djaheel

You won't admit you love me.
And so how am I ever to know?
You only tell me
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

A million times I ask 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.

(Solo Section)

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