PERHAPS, PERHAPS, PERHAPS

Gezongen door  Bob Eberly

You won't admit you love me, and so
How am i ever to know?
You always tell me,
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
A million times i asked 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 realy love me, say "yes"
But if you don't dear, confess,
And please don't tell me,
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
 

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