Who You Really Are

You got a brain just like a steam shovel And I'm tar upon the road You've got a body like a shotgun That I'm trying to unload If you are yin and yang then Baby I must be ego and id I'm the Man from La Mancha, whoever he is And you're a bold El Cid Well come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Come on Baby I wanna know who you really are You got a beret like Che Guevara But your dress makes me see stripes and stars Oh come on Baby I wanna know Who you are Who you really are You got imagination like a lift I'm stuck between the floors Your soul looks like a doorman I'm revolving in his doors I try to read you like a book You laugh between the lines You got a sense of humor like a motorway Clearly I'm not an exit sign Well come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Well you tell us that you're going far How come your stocks are still where they are