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. Hell, you don't know me. You don't know me.
You don't know the one who dreams of you at night; 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. You don't know me.
You, you just don't know me, 'cause I never knew the art of making love, though my heart, oh my heart, oh my heart is aching just for you. Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by. The chance that you might learn to love me too.
You give your hand to me, and then you say, you say, 'Goodbye.' I watch you walk away, wishing you were mine. You'll never ever know the girl who loves you so. You don't know me. No, no, baby.
You don't know me. No, no, no, no, no, no, baby, baby. You don't know me, know me, know me. Please know me. Late in the midnight hour I dream of you only. But I am lonely. Please know me. Be my baby. C'mon, be my baby. Late in the midnight hour I live for you, baby. Why don't you know me Be my baby. Why you mean to me Mean to me . . .
