| 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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| Well, you don’t know me.
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| No you don’t know the one
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| Who dreams of you at night;
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| And longs to kiss your lips
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| And longs to hold you tight
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| Oh I’m just a friend.
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| That’s all I’ve ever been.
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| Well, you don’t know me.
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| I never knew the art of making love,
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| Know 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 that lucky guy
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| To never ever know
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| The one who loved you so.
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| Well, you don’t know me.
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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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| To never ever know
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| The one who loved you so.
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| Well, you don’t know me.
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| You don’t know me. |