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,
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.
To you I’m just a friend; that’s all I’ve ever been,
‘cause you don’t know me.

For I never knew the art of making love,
though my heart ached 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 good-bye.
I watch you walk away beside that lucky guy
To never, never know the one who loves you so.
No, you don’t know me.