I Didn't Know About You
Discovering Love's Melody: Unveiling the Hidden Joys in Dinah Washington's 'I Didn't Know About You'
Lyrics
I ran around, with my own little crowd
I engaged with my own group of friends.
The usual laughs, not often, but loud
We shared typical laughs, occasionally quite loud.
And in the world that I knew
In the world I was familiar with.
I didn't know about you
But I was unaware of your existence.
Chasing after the ring, on the merry-go-round
I pursued the pursuit of happiness, like riding a merry-go-round.
Just taking my fun, where it could be found
Enjoying life wherever I could find joy.
And yet what else could I do
Yet, considering my circumstances, what else could I have done?
I didn't know about you
I remained ignorant of your existence.
Darling, now I know
Addressing the person, now I understand.
I had the loneliest yesterday, everyday
I experienced profound loneliness in the past, every day.
In your arms
But now, in your embrace.
I know for once in my life, I'm living
I realize that, for the first time, I am truly alive.
Had a good time, every time I went out
Whenever I went out, I had a good time.
Romance was a thing, I kidded about
I joked about romance as if it were insignificant.
How could I know about love
How could I have understood the depth of love?
I didn't know about you
I was oblivious to your presence.
Darling, now I know
Reiterating the realization of understanding now.
I had the loneliest yesterday, everyday
My past was filled with persistent loneliness.
In your arms
In your arms, I now find solace.
I know for once in my life, I'm living
I acknowledge that, at this moment, I am truly alive.
Had a good time, every time I went out
I consistently had enjoyable experiences whenever I went out.
Romance was a thing, I kidded about
Mocking romance was a regular part of my attitude.
How could I know about love
How could I have comprehended the essence of love?
I didn't know about you
I remained ignorant of your existence.
I didn't know about you
I was unaware of your presence.
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