4 jan 02

It's Friday night and I'm home alone drinking wine and listening to Doris Day at high volume. This is better than watching cable tv, right?

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

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 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