Perhaps

You won't admit you love me.

And so how am I ever to know?

You only tell me

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

One million times I've asked you,

and then I ask you over again,

you only tell me

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

If you can't make your mind up,

we'll never get started.

And I don't want to 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.

If you can't make your mind up,

we'll never get started.

And I don't want to 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