Текстове на песни: Fantomas. Charade.

When we play our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting at names
Guessing the parts we play

Oh, what a hit we made
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill, lovers until
Love left the masquerade

Sad little serenade
Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still, I always will
Best on the bill, charade