Make Believe (A Touch of the Blues) - Lee Wiley

The game of «just supposing» is the sweetest game I know

Our dreams are more romantic than the world we see

And if the things we dream about don’t happen to be so

That’s just an unimportant technicality

We could make believe I love you

Only make believe that you love me

Others find peace of mind in pretending

Couldn’t you?

Couldn’t I?

Couldn’t we

Make believe our lips are blending

In a phantom kiss, or two, or three?

Might as well make believe I love you

For to tell the truth, I do

Your pardon I pray, 'twas too much to say

The words that betray my heart

We only pretend, you do not offend

In playing a lover’s part

Though the cold and brutal fact is you and I have never met

We need not mind convention’s P’s and Q’s

If we put our thoughts in practice we can banish all regret

Imagining most anything we choose

We could make believe I love you

Only make believe that you love me

Others find peace of mind in pretending

Couldn’t you?

Couldn’t I?

Couldn’t we

Make believe our lips are blending

In a phantom kiss or two, or three?

Might as well make believe I love you

For to tell the truth, I do