charade

Shirley Bassey

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

Oh, what a hit we made

We came on next to closing
Best on the bill, lovers until
Love left the masquerade
Fate seemed to pull the strings

I turned and you were gone
While from the darkened wings
The music box played on
Sad little serenade

Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill
Charade