i don't wan-na talk a-bout the things we've gone through. though it's hurt-ing me, now it's his-to-ry. i've played all my cards, and that's what you've done too. no-thing more to say, no more ace to play. the win-ner takes it all, the lo-ser stand-ing small, be-side the vic-to-ry, that's her des-ti-ny. i was in your arms, think-ing I be-longed there. i fig-ured it made sense, build-ing me a fence, build-ing me a home, think-ing i'd be strong there. but i was a fool, play-ing by the rules. the gods may throw a dice, their minds as cold as ice, and some-one way down here lo-ses some-one dear. the win-ner takes it all, the lo-ser has to fall, it's sim-ple and it's plain, why should I com-plain? but tell me does she kiss like i used to kiss you? does it feel the same, when she calls your name? some-where deep in-side, you must know I miss you. but what can I say? rules must be o-beyed. the jud-ges will de-cide, the likes of me a-bide, spec-ta-tors of the show, al-ways stay-ing low. the game is on a-gain, a lo-ver or a friend, a big thing or a small, the win-ner takes it all. i don't wan-na talk, if it makes you feel sad. and i un-der-stand, you've come to shake my hand. i a-pol-o-gize, if it makes you feel bad, see-ing me so tense, no self con-fi-dence. but you see the win-ner takes it all, the win-ner takes it all. so the win-ner takes it all, and the lo-ser has to fall. throw the dice, cold as ice, way down here, some-one dear. takes it all, has to fall.