Michael Buble You don t know me

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