Charade Songtext
von Daryl Sherman

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


While from the darkened wings
The music box played on
Sad little serenade
Song of my heart′s composing
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill, charade
Sad little serenade
Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill, charade