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.
And I watch you walk away,
beside that lucky guy.
Ooo babe you'd never know,
the one that loves you so,
well you don't know me.
You don't know me
Michael Bublé
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