| You Don't Know What You Do To Me
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
It means hello, your smile that cures the blind,
And this man that I never meant to be
Is mad for you but may not speak his mind:
You don't know what you do to me.
It means hello, your compliment for me,
And my reply seems casual to you
But the man inside is not the man you see
You don't know who you're talking to.
And if you did, then adjudge my consternation!
It appears that I adore you from afar.
I must have come here from another generation,
Another century, perhaps another star.
It appears I must adore you from afar
And be no more than friends when you are here.
So I'm never further off than when I'm near
In the loneliness of being where you are.
It means hello, your smile that cures the blind,
And this man that I never meant to be
Is mad for you but may not speak his mind:
What have I done that you are so unkind?
You don't know what you do to me.
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