(Brad) You

(Barbara) Hmmm?

(Brad) Are you trying to get me to marry you?

(Barbara) Oh no!

(Brad) Well, then what's put it into my head?
You are different all right.  I can't think of what it is.
You look up at me with that little kid face like you trusted me.
 yeah, I wonder what it would be like.

(Barbara) What?

(Brad) Nothing, I know what it would be like. Awful!

(Barbara) Awful?

(Brad) I can just see myself.
Kind of scrawny and pale picking at my food and love sick like
any other guy. I'd throw away my sweater and dress up like a dude in
a dickey and a collar and a tie. If I loved you.

(Barbara) But you don't.

(Brad) No, I don't
But somehow I can see just exactly how I'd be.

If I loved you
time and again I would try to say
all I'd  want you to know.

If I loved you
words wouldn't come in an easy way
round in circles I'd go.
Longing to tell you but afraid and shy
I 'd let my golden chances pass me by.

Soon you'd leave me
off you would go in the mist of day.
Never, never to know
how I loved you,
if I loved you.