You give your hand to me
Then you say hello
I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
But 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
Oh I'm just a friend
That's all I've ever been
'Cause 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've let my chance to go by
The chance that you might
Love me, too
You give your hand to me
And then you say good-bye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
You'll never never know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me
You give your hand to me, baby
Then you say good-bye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
No, no, you'll never ever know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me
A lot of the times it's easier to pretend that everything is cool and we are just friend. I can easily watch you walk away with that lucky bastard (no I'm not that kind to call him a guy) again and again, my surface is calm, underneath it it's numb, but deep inside, I sigh, too bad you don't know me, and you don't know what you're missing. Seriously could I be a better guy for you? Frankly that's an unanswered question, all I can say is I'm gonna do my best'est to treat you right, but I'm not a holy man who ask for nothing else but you be by my side. I want something more than that. I want "US" instead of "YOU" or "ME", and that should be done without me telling you to do so.
