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