crying chair

I know all there is to know about the crying game.
I've had my share of the crying game.
First there are kisses, then there are sighs.
And then before you know where you are, you're saying goodbye.

One day soon, I'm gonna tell the moon about the crying game.
And if he knows, maybe he'll explain.
Why there are heartaches, why there are tears?
And what to do to stop feeling blue, when love disappears?

First there are kisses, then there are sighs.
And then before you know where you are, you're saying goodbye.

Don't want no more of the crying game.
Don't want no more of the crying game.