| I keep sitting down to write this song | 
| But every time I do, all the words come out wrong | 
| Maybe I don’t know where to start, so you say, «From the heart» | 
| And I say, «I would if I had one» | 
| If love is a losing game, then why do we play it again | 
| And again, and again, and again, and again, and again? | 
| Whoa | 
| If love is a losing game, then why do we play it again | 
| And again, and again, and again, and again? | 
| I am full of bitterness and lies | 
| And they say your soul is sitting right behind your eyes | 
| And I’ll reckon they are probably all right | 
| That’s where they would be | 
| Right where they would be, if I had one | 
| If love is a losing game, then why do we play it again | 
| And again, and again, and again, and again, and again? | 
| Whoa | 
| If love is a losing game, then why do we play it again | 
| And again, and again, and again, and again? | 
| Love is just a healing flame but it still hurts you just the same | 
| And I don’t want to play in your love games | 
| If love is a losing game, then why do we play it again | 
| And again, and again, and again, and again, and again? | 
| Whoa | 
| (And I don’t want to play it all again) | 
| If love is a losing game, then why do we play it again | 
| And again, and again, and again, and again? |