You won't admit you love me
And so how am I ever to know?
You always tell me:
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
A million times I've asked you
And then I ask you over again
You only answer:
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted
So if you really love me say yes
But if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me:
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted
So if you really love me say yes
But if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me:
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps – perhaps – perhaps