"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
"