Deborah Sachs: words & music

You love to hide behind the curtain. It’s always ‘if’ and never ‘when.’
But I know for certain your name is Rumplestiltskin.
I have guessed your name. Didn’t I, didn’t I, Baby? I guessed your name.

Sometimes you were the ghost of Shakespeare, sometimes the Wizard of Oz.
But, crow no more, dear Chanticleer, your name is Santa Claus.
I have guessed your name and, just like Kris Kringle,
Baby, there’s no such thing as you.

I swallowed the sinker, the hook and the line. I did everything you’d say.
But why should I show you all of mine when you hide yours away?

I have guessed your name. Admit it, I did it. I can see through the legerdemain.

I swallowed the sinker, the hook and your line. I did anything, everything you’d say.
But why should I show you all of mine when you hide yours? You hide yours.

Go tell Red Rover, ‘Not today.’ I’m not comin’ over. I don’t want to play.
No more 20 Questions, no more Charades. Mardi Gras and Trick or Treat are over.
Coup d’etat! Hide and Seek is over. Olly oxen free. We’re over.
I guessed your name…didn’t I, Baby?