Many a tear has to fall but it's all in the game All in the wonderful game
that we know as love You have words with him and your future's looking
dim But these things your hearts can rise above
Once in a while he
won't call but it's all in the game Soon he'll be there at your side with a
sweet bouquet And he'll kiss your lips and caress your waiting
fingertips And your heart will fly away
(Soon he'll be there at your
side) with a sweet bouquet Then he'll kiss your lips and caress your waiting
fingertips And your heart will fly away