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
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