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Each time you trill a song with Bill or look at WillI get a chill, I'm gloomyI won't recall the names of all the men who fallIt's all appalling to meOf course, I really cannot blame them a bitFor you're a hit where're you flitI know it's so, but dearie, oh!You'll never know the blues that go right through meI've got the you-don't-know-the-half-of-it-dearie bluesThe trouble is you have so many from whom to chooseIf you should marry Tom, Dick, or harry,Life would be the bunk, I'd become a monkI've got the you-don't know-the-half-of-it-dearie blues!To Bill and Ben I'd pay attention now and thenBut really men would bore meWhen I'd begun to think I'd run and be a nunI met the one man for meAnd now just when the sun is starting to beamAlong comes a girl, zip goes a dream!What will I do away from you?I feel the future will be blue and stormyI've got the you-don't-know-the-half-of-it-dearie bluesIt may be my heart isn't broken, but there's a bruise.Through you I've known some days that were lonesomeThough you say that i'm flirting all the timeSongtexteI've got the you-don-t know-the-half-of-it-dearie blues!I've got the you-don't-know-the-half-of-it-dearie bluesOh, how i wish you'd drop an anchor and end your cruiseYou're just a duffer who makes me sufferAll the younger set says your heart's to letI've got the you-don't-know-the-half-of-it-dearie blues! Aus Songtexte Mania