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 [bad word] 
 I hear it still, I always will 
Best on the bill
 Charade

 Fate seemed to pull the strings
 I turned and you were gone 
While from the darkened wings
 The music box played on and on 

Sad little serenade
 Song of my [bad word] 
 I hear it still, I guess I always will
 Best on the bill
Charade