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You Don't Know Me [ - ]
by Alyssa86inMN
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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

Well you don't know me



She gave him her hand and gave it a gentle, friendly squeeze. “If only she really knew me” thought Tony, “she’d know how I felt about her and how I hated seeing her with other men. If only.” Tony had been Angela’s housekeeper for six happy years and had fallen in love with her four years ago. It tore him up inside to see Angela out with Andy, her current boyfriend. He often wondered, did she feel the same way? He was afraid he’d never find out. Oh how he loved her. His heart ached at the thought of her and his heart screamed at the sight of her. She had a huge effect on him and he wanted to say something so badly.



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



Tony dreamt of how he would sweep her off her feet and give her everything she ever wished for. He imagined nightly what good a relationship with him would bring to her life; the only problem was he wasn’t sure if it could ever happen. He longed to hold her in his arms and take away all the pain in her life. Andy couldn’t do that for her, could he? He was just a friend to Angela. That’s all he thought he would ever be to her.



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



He was so afraid to say something to her. So afraid that she wouldn’t feel the same way. If only he knew for sure. His heart ached to know. He was afraid he may have been to late to tell her he loved her now that Andy was in her life. Thinking of the chance that he might have lost her, broke his heart. He wanted to be with her so badly.



You give your hand to me

And then you say good-bye

I watch you walk away

Beside the lucky guy

Oh, you'll never know

The one who loves you so

Well, you don't know me



She gave him her hand and gave it a gentle, friendly squeeze. “If only she really knew me” thought Tony, “she’d know how I felt about her and how I hated seeing her with other men. If only.” He watched her walk away, her arm hooked around Andy’s arm. Maybe now wasn’t the time to tell her. Maybe there would come a time that he could say to her, “Angela, I love you.”