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Hands across the table,
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While the lights are low,
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Tho?you hush your lips,
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Your finger tips
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Tell me all I want to know.
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Hands across the table,
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Meet so tenderly,
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And they say,
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In their little way,
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That you belong to me.
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Hands Across The Table
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| Hal Kemp |
