perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Emma Bunton

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 have 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
But please don't tell me
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
But please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps