DONNA:
They passed me by
All of those great romances
Because of your
Robbing me
Of my rightful chances
My picture clear
Everything seemed so easy
But the you dealt me the blow
One of us had to go
How you hurt me
I want you to know
One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself
Feeling stupid
Feeling small
Wishing you had
Never left at all
Never left at all
SAM:
Donna. What's the rush?
DONNA:
The wedding.
SAM:
Oh yeah, about this wedding, why
didn't you tell me it was Sophie
getting married.
DONNA:
That is absolutely none of your
business.
SAM:
And what's this Sky guy like? Is he
good enough for her?
DONNA:
And that is none of your business
either.
SAM:
Alright, be a bloody martyr, listen,
I've got kids, I know it's hard for
you doing it on your own.
DONNA:
Don't bloody patronise me. I love
doing it on my own - every morning.
I wake up and thank Christ I
haven't got some middle-aged,
menopausal man to bother me - I'm
free, I'm single and it's great!
Song by Siobhan McCarthy
DONNA:
They passed me by
All of those great romances
Because of your
Robbing me
Of my rightful chances
My picture clear
Everything seemed so easy
But the you dealt me the blow
One of us had to go
How you hurt me
I want you to know
One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself
Feeling stupid
Feeling small
Wishing you had
Never left at all
Never left at all
SAM:
Donna. What's the rush?
DONNA:
The wedding.
SAM:
Oh yeah, about this wedding, why
didn't you tell me it was Sophie
getting married.
DONNA:
That is absolutely none of your
business.
SAM:
And what's this Sky guy like? Is he
good enough for her?
DONNA:
And that is none of your business
either.
SAM:
Alright, be a bloody martyr, listen,
I've got kids, I know it's hard for
you doing it on your own.
DONNA:
Don't bloody patronise me. I love
doing it on my own - every morning.
I wake up and thank Christ I
haven't got some middle-aged,
menopausal man to bother me - I'm
free, I'm single and it's great!
They passed me by Writer(s): Bjoern K Ulvaeus, BJOERN K ULVAEUS, Benny Andersson, BENNY ANDERSSON<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.comOne Of Us (1999 / Musical "Mamma Mia") Lyrics
All of those great romances
Because of your
Robbing me
Of my rightful chances
My picture clear
Everything seemed so easy
But the you dealt me the blow
One of us had to go
How you hurt me
One of us is
crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself
Feeling stupid
Feeling small
Wishing you had
Never left at
all
Oh yeah, about this wedding, why
didn't you tell me it was Sophie
That is absolutely none of your
And what's this Sky guy like? Is he
And that is none of your business
Alright, be a bloody martyr, listen,
I've got kids, I know it's hard
for
Don't bloody patronise me. I love
doing it on my own - every morning.
I wake up and thank Christ I
haven't got some middle-aged,
menopausal man to bother me - I'm
free, I'm single and it's great!
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FAQs for One Of Us (1999 / Musical "Mamma Mia")
They passed me by, all of those great romances
Because of your robbing me of my rightful chances
My picture clear, everything seemed so easy
But then you dealt me the blow, one of us had to go
How you hurt me I want you to know
One of us is crying, one of us is lying in her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely, one of us is only, waiting for a call
Sorry for herself,
feeling stupid, feeling small
Wishing you had never left at all, never left at all
{Donna, what's the rush?
The wedding
Oh yeah, about this wedding
Why didn't you tell me it was Sophie getting married?
That is absolutely none of your business
And what's this Sky guy like?
Is he good enough for her?
And that's none of your business either
Alright, be a bloody martyr
Listen, I've got kids, I know it's hard for you doing it on your own
Don't bloody
patronize me
I love doing it on my own
Every morning I wake up and thank Christ
I don't have some middle-aged menopausal man to bother me
I'm free, I'm single and it's great}