Charade Music: 
Hnry Mancini 
Lyrics: Johnny 
Mercer 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