Doris Day (Latin For Lovers; 1965; Osvaldo Farres, Joe Davis; AGP)
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 wanna 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..."
(Trumpet solo)
"Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps..."
If you can't make your mind up - We'll never get started. And I don't wanna 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-..."