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." "Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps."