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a Ray Charles kind of day
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(1956, Eddy Arnold/Cindy Walker
...best version of this song: Ray Charles, 1962)
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,
Oh, you don't know me.
For 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 that lucky guy.
You'll 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 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 that lucky guy.
You'll never, never know
the one who loves you so,
No, you don't know me.
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