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
Lyrics: Johnny Mercer
Music: Henry Mancini
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