Many a tear has to fall, but it's all in the game
All in a wonderful game that we know as 'love'
You had words with him, and your future's looking kind of dim
But these things your heart 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
Then he'll kiss your lips and caress your waiting fingertips
And your heart will fly away, come on, sing this song...
Then he'll kiss your lips and caress your waiting fingertips
And your heart will fly away
Your heart, your heart will fly away
Your heart, your heart will fly away
It's all in the game, a game called love
It's all in the game, a game called love...
