The Glory Of Love — Bette Midler

You've got to give a little, take a little And 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 two of us We've got the world and all its charms And when the world is through with us We've got each other's arms

You've got to win a little, lose a little Yes, and always have the blues a little That's the story of, That's the glory of love

That's the story of, That's the glory of love