Charade When we played our charade, We were like children posing: Playing at games; Acting out names; Guessing the parts we played. Oh, what a bill 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 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 Mercer/Mancini