Paroles de Hands Across the Table
Hands across the table,While the lights are low,
Though you hush your lips,
Your finger tips
Tell me all I want to know.
Hands across the table,
Meet so tenderly,
And they say,
In their little way,
That you belong to me.
And they say,
In their little way,
That you belong to me.
DE LETTRE, JEAN/PARISH, MITCHELL
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