Quizás, Quizás, Quizás - Doris Day

You won't admit you love me

And so how am I ever to know?

You always tell me

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

A million times I've asked you,

And then I ask you over again

You only answer

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can't make your mind up

We'll never get started

And I don't wanna wind up

Being parted, broken-hearted

So if you really love me

Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess

And please don't tell me

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can't make your mind up

We'll never get started

And I don't wanna wind up

Being parted, broken-hearted

So if you really love me

Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess

And please don't tell me

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps