歌手:Janet Seidel
专辑:《The Art of Lounge - Volume 2》

You won't admit you love me.
And so how am I ever to know?
You only tell me
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
One million times I've asked you,
and then I ask you over again,
you only tell me
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.
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,
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,
perhaps
perhaps
perhaps