You’ve got to give a little.
Take a little.
Let your poor heart break a little.
That’s the story of; that’s the glory of love.
You’ve got to laugh a little.
Cry a little.
Until the clouds roll by a little.
That’s the story of; that’s the glory of love.
As long as there’s the four of us,
We’ve got the world and all it’s charms.
And when the world is through with us.
We have got each others arms.
You’ve got to win a little.
Loose a little.
Yes and always have the blues a little.
That’s the story of; that’s the glory of love.
