On the tip of my tongue
Were the words I should say
That could make you mine
Till my dying day
But I was to slow
In proposing to you
You grew tired of waiting
Found somebody new
On the tip of my tongue
Is a song never sung
A question not asked
So wedding bells never rung
What kind of response
Would my question have brung
Would the answer be yes
On the tip of your tongue
On the tip of my tongue
In the back of my mind
Love words unspoken
That could make you mine
Now I'll never know
What your answer would be
To my unasked question
And it's haunting me