When we play our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games
Acting out 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

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

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