(B. Andersson / T. Rice / B. Ulvaeus)

THE AMERICAN

So you got what you want
What a nasty ambition!
Set me up, pull me down
Then exploit my condition
I should have guessed, woman
That if pressed, woman
You're on nobody's side but your own
And you're behaving
Like a mere woman
It's so clear, woman -
It's your sex!
Once they start getting old and getting worried
They let fly, take it out
On the one who supports them -
That's you I'm talking about

THE AMERICAN AND FLORENCE

Who'd ever think it?
Such a squalid little ending
Watching you descending
Just as far as you can go
I'm learning things I didn't want to know

Who'd ever guess it?
This would be the situation--
One more observation--
How'd we ever get this far
Before you showed me what you really are?

FLORENCE

You'll be lost without me
To abuse like you're used to

THE AMERICAN

Go away!
Just get out!
Be someone else's parasite!
(But she has already gone)

I'm not the kind to be vindictive
Holding some childish grudge
How could I be? I'm in the spotlight
Half of the world my judge

All I demand is those I work for
Those I give all my skills
All my time and pain
Those that I entertain
Give me the same compassion in return
But the fools never learn!