Fantômas - Charade

When we play our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting at names
Guessing the parts we play

Oh, what a hit we made
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill, lovers until
Love left the masquerade

Sad little serenade
Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill, charade

Written by:
Henry Nicola Mancini, John H. Mercer

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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