People Will Say We're In Love

Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?
Why do the neighbors chatter all day, behind their doors?
I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue.
Here is the gist, a practical list of "donts" for you.

Don't throw bouquets at me
Don't please my [A]folks too much
Don't laugh at my [A]jokes too much
People will say we're in love!

Don't sigh and [Bm]gaze at me
Your sighs are so like [F]mine
Your eyes mustn't glow like [F]mine
People will say we're in love!

Don't start collecting things
Give me my [A]ɾose and [Bm]my [A]glove.
Sweetheart they're suspecting things
People will say we're in love.

Don't praise my [A]charm too much
Don't look so vain with me
Don't stand [Bm]in the ɾain with me
People will say we're in love!

Don't take my [A]arm too much
Don't keep your hand [Bm]in mine
Your hand [Bm]feels so grand [Bm]in mine
People will say we're in love!

Don't dance all [Em]night with me
Till the stars fade from above.
They'll see it's alright with me
People will say we're in love.