Many a tear have 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 will call
But it’s all 
In the game
Soon he will be there at your side
With a sweet boquet
And he’ll kiss your lips
And caress your waiting fingertips
And your hearts will fly 
Away [bad word]  Soon he’ll be there at your side
(Solo) With a sweet boquet
Then he’ll kiss your lips 
And caress your waiting fingertips
And your hearts will fly 
Away