HANDS ACROSS THE TABLE
Lucienne Boyer Hands across the table,
While the lights are low,
Tho' you hush your lips,
Your fingertips
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.
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