Bless Your Beautiful Hide (Extrait de la comédie musicale « Les sept femmes de Barberousse ») - Howard Keel

Beatles, The

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You’ve got to hide your love away

Here I stand, head in hand, turn my face to the wall

If she’s gone I can’t go on, feeling two foot small

Everywhere people stare each and every day

I can see them laugh at me and I hear them say

Hey you’ve got to hide your love away

Hey you’ve got to hide your love away

How can I even try?

I can never win

Hearing them, seeing them in the state I’m in

How could she say to me 'love will find a way'?

Gather round all you clowns, let me hear you say

Hey you’ve got to hide your love away

Hey you’ve got to hide your love away