Och Han Väntar På Mej
Agnetha Fältskog
And He's Waiting for Me
Sneaking to the window, looking out at the yard
I feel my heart stop for a moment.
I'm acting just like a teenage girl!
And he's still standing there
and he's waiting for me.
Waiting at the door, declaring his love,
and the stairwell's flooded with light when he smiles.
To everything he asks for, I always say no.
But he's still standing there
and he's waiting for me.
He's just a little kid, maybe 15, and he's in love
We talk for a minute, maybe 15.
I know I have to go, but I want to stay anyway!
I can't understand...
mmmmm...
Sitting at work, flipping through papers.
I'm thinking about him and smiling to myself.
So silly to wonder if he went home
or if he's still standing there
waiting for me.
He's just a little kid, maybe 15, and he's in love
I'm smoking a cigarette, maybe 15.
Sitting here smiling, such a silly behavior!
I can't understand...
mmmmm...
Waiting at the door, declaring his love,
and the stairwell's flooded with light when he smiles.
&c. to fade
