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.
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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.
Instrumental
dal $egno al fine
(Coda:)
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