CHARADE

When we played our charade, we were like children posing

Playing at games, acting out names, guessing the parts we played.

Oh, what a hit we made, we came on next to closing

Best on the bill, lovers until love left the masquerade.

 

Fate seemed to pull the strings,

I turned and you were gone (and you were gone)

While from the darkened wings, the music box played on.

 

Sad little serenade, song of my heart’s composing

I hear it still, I always will, best on the bill, charade!

 

Bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm

(Bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm...)

Sad little serenade, song of my heart’s composing

I hear it still, I always will, best on the bill,

(Whoo-a-bada, whoo-a-ba-da-ba) charade.

 

Bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm.

Bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm, bahm-bahm.