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