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