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, But you don't know me. Bridge: 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 have loved me, too. You give your hand to me, and then you say, "Goodbye." I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy, To never, never know the one who loves you so No, 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 have loved me, too. You give your hand to me, and then you say, "Goodbye." I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy, To never, never know the one who loves you so No, you don't know me. No, you don't know me. No, you don't know me. To never, never know the one who loves you so No, you don't know me.