An old singy piece of music about life, love and the inability to decide.
A dark, satirical parody of "Quizás", originally written by Osvaldo Farrés. This one's based on the d-money version, though.
Lyrics:
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
In a room lined with plastic,
and covered from head to toe with blood.
So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don't dear, just confess
And 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
In room lined with plastic,
and bodies that stack up to the roof
oh If you can't make your mind up
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
floating in a boat on the ocean
disposing of your body in a bag...
So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don't dear, just confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps