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.