By PILAR
 
IT’S NOT HOW I FEEL WHEN I LOOK AT YOU
IT’S WHAT I FEEL WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
AMAZING HOW THE CHAOS SEEMS TO MELT AWAY
AND MY BODY STARTS TO RHAPSODIZE
COULD IT BE A MASQUERADE
MAYBE JUST A PATCH OF BLUE
OR MIGHT IT BE A SWEET CHARADE
OR MAYBE I’M AFRAID OF YOU
IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T BELIEVE IN DREAMS COME TRUE
OR I CAN’T ABIDE IN DESTINY
IT’S ONLY THAT MY HEART HAS KNOWN A BREAK OR TWO
AND AT TIMES HAS GIVEN UP ON ME
COULD IT BE A MASQUERADE
OR MAYBE JUST A PATCH OF BLUE
OR MIGHT IT BE A SWEET CHARADE
OR MAYBE I’M AFRAID OF YOU
MIGHT BE A MASQUERADE
MAYBE A PATCH OF BLUE
OR JUST A SWEET CHARADE
OR MAYBE I’M AFRAID OF YOU
AS LONG AS YOUR ARMS ARE SO DELECTABLE
AND I CAN’T RESIST YOUR FINGERTIPS
AND I AS A WOMAN AM SUSCEPTIBLE
AS THE WORDS OF LOVE ESCAPE YOUR LIPS
COULD IT BE A MASQUERADE
MAYBE JUST A PATCH OF BLUE
OR MIGHT IT BE A SWEET CHARADE
OR MAYBE I’M AFRAID OR MAYBE I’M AFRAID OF YOU
YOU ARE A PATCH OF BLUE
I SEE YOU
I SEE THE COLOUR OF YOU