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The Game Of LoveHe walked his sweetheart down the aisleYou shoulda seen his mama cry She was the only girl for him And he would never leave her side And daddy sends them the 'money down' To build their castle in the sky Just like a magazine romance A springtime honeymoon in France Soon comes a bouncing baby boy And he's the apple of their eye A custom-made recipe for joy A gift that money couldn't buy But Bobby's stayin' out late at night And Mary's drinkin' on the sly Is this some world I'm dreaming of? If there's somebody up above Teach us to play the game of love Pushing and pulling, tears on the pillow Digging in deeper each day She wants his loving, he says she's changing Slipping away Who needs the heartache of staying together Let's call it a day Some people say right from the start That love is just a foolish game And when we end up against the wall We find somebody else to blame But if the loser gets a broken heart How come the winner gets the same? Do we just pick up the house of cards So we can do it all again? Is this some world I'm dreaming of If there's somebody up above Teach us to play the game of love When we gonna learn? |