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