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
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