| You give your hand to me
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| And then you say, «Hello.»
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| And I can hardly speak
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| My heart is beating so
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| And anyone can tell
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| You think you know me well
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| But you don’t know me
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| Whoa you don’t know the one
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| That thinks of you at night;
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| And longs to kiss your lips
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| Longs to squeeze you tight
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| To you, I’m just a friend
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| That’s all I’ve ever been
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| You just don’t know me
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| I never knew the art of making love
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| Though my heart aches with love for you
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| Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
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| A chance that you might love me too
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| You give your hand to me
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| And then you say, «Goodbye.»
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| I watched you walk away
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| Beside the lucky guy
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| Who’ll never never know
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| The one who loved you so
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| You just don’t know me
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| I never knew the art of making love
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| Though my heart aches with love for you
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| Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
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| A chance that you might love me too
|
| You give your hand to me
|
| And then you say, «Goodbye.»
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| I watched you walk away
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| Beside the lucky guy
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| Who’ll never never know
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| The one who loved you so
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| You just don’t know me |