(Hers)If he really knew me, if he real-ly tru-ly knew me. Maybe he would see the other side of me, I seldom see.
If there were no music, if his melo-dies stopped playin'. Would he be the kind of man I'd want to see tonight?
Does the man make the music, or does the music make this man, and his he everything I thought he'd be?
If he really knew me, if he'd take the time to understand..Maybe he would find me, the part I left behind me. Maybe he'd remind me of who I am.
(His)If there were no music, if my melodies stopped playin', would I be the kind of man she'd want to see tonight? What the hell ! It's just a dinner. If this doesn't work, thats it. And can I really be so hungry for a hit?
If she really knew me, if she'd take the time to understand. Maybe she would find me, the part I left behind me. Maybe she'd remind me of who I am. |