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've 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, brokenhearted So if you really love me, say, 'Yes' And please don't tell me, 'Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps'