Did you see that man in the limousine
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With the pretty doll, he is fifty and the girl's only seventeen
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But she doesn't care, and she never will
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If he's ninety-five she don't give a damn
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Just as long as he pays the bill
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Did you see that man with a fat cigar
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He just left his lovers with a belly full of lobster and caviar
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He can choose the wine from a vintage year
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He will drink champagne in his limousine
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Where the rest of the street can peer
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'Cause he's the man in the middle, never second fiddle
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Just like a spider in a cobweb
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Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross
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'Cause he's the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle
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He's never bothered by his conscience
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Deals with the Devil, 'cause he wants to be
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Man in the middle, the middle, the middle
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In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...)
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But you see that man made a big mistake
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Even though he's got all his servants and a mansion beside a lake
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And the money too, all that he can spend
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He can buy the most, nearly anything
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But he can't buy the lot, his friend
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'Cause he's the man in the middle, never second fiddle
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Just like a spider in a cobweb
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Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross
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'Cause he's the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle
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He's never bothered by his conscience
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Deals with the Devil, 'cause he wants to be
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Man in the middle, the middle, the middle
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In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...)
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Man In The Middle
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| ABBA |
