She takes the blame, takes the pain but the world smiles
´Cos outside is just a taxi ride to drive away
So she packs her bags, calls a cab and the world smiles

And inside well she feels all right and turns to say:
"Yes it´s the end, the final showdown
Yes it´s the end of our small love
You´ll have to find another no one to take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end."
She feels the sun, phones her mum and the world smiles
´Cos outside in the morning light it´s another day
So she packs her bag, smokes a fag and the world smiles
´Cos inside well she feels all right, and turns to say:
"Yes it´s the end, the final showdown
Yes it´s the end of our small love

You´ll have to find another no one to take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end... oh well..."