What would your excuse be, my dear? Your silent treatment is killing me clear I yearn for a word, a gesture, a sign To unravel the mystery, this silence of thine Is it a game you wish to play? To toy with my heart day after day Are you
What would your excuse be, my dear? Your silent treatment is killing me clear I yearn for a word, a gesture, a sign To unravel the mystery, this silence of thine Is it a game you wish to play? To toy with my heart day after day Are you