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.