Why must I suffer and why do you make me?
Is all fair in love and war?
This is the question I must ask you.
Would you be happy if I made you suffer?
Is all fair in love and war?
Once again you hear this phrase.
May I ask you does it drive you mad?
That this question I keep asking cannot be answered by you or I.
After I have gone, and my questioning is over,
‘Tis now your turn, and you whisper in my ear,
“Is all fair in love and war?”
