If I knew

If I knew what you are really like

Would I burn the same

Would I yearn at the merest mention of your name

If I knew

If I knew what you are really like

Would I ache

Would I think about you every second just the same

Or would I write it off as something of a terrible mistake...



Could you really be

As perfect as you are to me

Could you really be

As perfect as you are to me



Would I be scared, Would I be in awe

If I could know

What goes on in that little mind of yours

When I doubt you

Why is it I'm expected to feel so ashamed



Is it a garden full of flowers

Or a jungle full of scorpions and snakes

A cellar full of demons

A heaven full of angels

You hatchin in that bosom

A wide open horizon

or a desert plain

A box of nice surprises

Or a cauldron full of pain



If I strip away that outer skin

Find a way to get you drunk

What kind of picture would you paint me

Michelangelo or Munch ?



Could you really be

As perfect as you are to me

Could you really be

Perfect as you seem to be



I really like you..

But I wonder what you're really like



Would I dedicate my life

Or would I take a hike

If I knew what you are really like