(nacio h. brown, gus kahn)

You
Stepped out of a dream,
You are too wonderful
To be what you seem.

Could there be eyes like yours?
Could there be lips like yours?
Could there be smiles like yours,
Honest and truly?

You
Stepped out of a cloud,
I want to take you away
Away from the crowd,

And have you all to myself,
Alone and apart.
Out of a dream
Safe into my heart.

~interlude~

You
Stepped out of a cloud,
I want to take you away
Away from the crowd,
And have you all to myself,
Alone and apart.
Out of a dream,
Safe into my heart…
Wa-dee-la-la
Out of a dream!

You made me love you
I didn’t wanna do it
I didn’t wanna do it
You made me want you
And all the time you knew it
I guess you always knew it
You made me happy sometimes
You made me glad
But there were times
You made me feel so bad

You made me sigh for
I didn’t wanna tell you
I didn’t wanna tell you
I want some love
That’s true, yes I do
‘Deed I do, you know I do
Gimmy, gimmy what I cry for
You know you got the brand of kisses
That I die for
You know you made me love you
Give me, give me what I cry for
You know you’ve got the brand of kisses
That I die for
You know you made me love you…

YOU DON’T KNOW ME

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.

(Bridge:)
*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 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.
You’ll never, never know the one who loves you so,
No, you don’t know me.

(Instrumental interlude and pick up at bridge*.)

*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 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.
You’ll never, never know the one who loves you so,
No, you don’t know me.