| Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps | |
| Doris Day | |
| From Baz Luhrmann's Something For Everybody | |
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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'd 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 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 If you can't make your mind up We'll never get started And I don't 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 |