This is the girl in "The Day Before You Came." It is remarkable how they blend such clever lyrics into a smooth melody. Even with a lot of words and heavy rhyming, the recurring sounds never interfere with the emotion or idea of the song. Agnetha delivers her aching, yearning feeling, sharing her triumph and her disappointment. The women in ABBA's songs cherish their private lives. They guard secrets, and it is by these secrets, probably sexual, that they identify their innermost selves:

1 "They wouldn't know her little secrets" - "Nina, Pretty Ballerina"
2 "Secrets that my paradise can bring" - "Tropical Loveland"
3 "Suffer and sell our secrets" - "Cassandra"
4 "My secrets he learned" - "Just Like That"

There is a desire to open up on one hand and a fear of doing so on the other.

Who throws dust in people's eyes? The sandman! So Agnetha was asleep or hypnotized when this gigolo walked in as smug as a cat. Women love cats. No wonder she led him on! After all, he was handsome, and looks are everything. He had a nice smile. Even though Agnetha gave this womanizer a home, she knew it was an interlude. An affair! Her life was ultimately to assume its predestinated course. There were tears, and she often thinks about her rolling stone and wonders where he is. "Just Like That" is a great song and looms large with fans. Raphael Ravenscroft played the winding, twisting saxophone.


JUST LIKE THAT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEX1n9YWC90

Until that day
My life had been a river
Following the same, pre-destinated course,
Suddenly detouring so unexpectedly
With uncompromising force.
My strongholds broke down all too easily;
I remember well,
How it did embarrass me;
I hung on to his every smile
Marveled at his style

Just like that...
He walked into my house
As smug as a cat
He was handsome and smart
Walked away with my heart
Just like that...
He found a temporary home in my flat
Telling innocent lies
Throwing dust in my eyes
But I led him on,
Knowing that someday soon he'd be gone
Just like that...
As though he only stopped awhile for a chat;
But my secrets he learned
Leaving no stone unturned

And once again, the river's flowing slowly,
Following its safe and uneventful course.
Now the tears have dried,
it's become a pleasant break,
I recall without remorse.
But now and then
I wonder where he is
And I will admit,
he had something that I miss.
I guess he was a rolling stone;
The only one I've known.

Just like that...
He walked into my house
As smug as a cat
He was handsome and smart
Walked away with my heart
Just like that...
He found a temporary home in my flat
Telling innocent lies
Throwing dust in my eyes
But I led him on,
Knowing that someday soon he'd be gone
Just like that...
As though he only stopped awhile for a chat;
But my secrets he learned
Leaving no stone unturned