My First Love Left Me: In The Middle of the Night, He Was Gone.
Ah, Shaddup you face.
Chiquitita, tell me what’s wrong
You’re enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
There is no way you can deny it
I can see that you’re oh so sad, so quiet….
(—Björn Ulvaeus & Benny Andersson)