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