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 heartís 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 heartís composing

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

(Da-ba-da, Da-ba-da-ba) charade.

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

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