Besedila: Peter Cincotti. You Don't Know Me.

You give your hand to me and then you say, "Hello"
And I can hardly speak, my heart is beating so
And anyone can tell you think you know me well
Well you don't know me

No, you don't know the one who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips and longs to hold you tight
To you I'm just a friend, that's all I've ever been
Well, you don't know me

I never knew the art of making love
Though my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
The chance that you might love me, too

You give your hand to me and then you say, "Goodbye"
I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy
And you will never know the one who loved you so
Well, you don't know me

I never knew the art of making love
Though my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
The chance you might love me, too

You give your hand to me and then you say, "Goodbye"
I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy
And you'll never ever know the one who loved you so
Well, you don't know me