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Hey there miss fine, sweet little clinging vine |
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Your actions kind of show me you love me truly, yeah |
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You're warmer than July, sweet as apple pie |
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I can't let you know you're getting to me |
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Yeah, 'cause you can't judge a book by it's cover |
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My papa used to say, |
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"Look child, |
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Look beyond a tender smile. |
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'Cause can't judge a look by it's lover." |
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Girl, I'm sweet on you though you can't see through |
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This unconcerned expression I've been wearing |
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Hey, I practice looking bored so you can feel ignored |
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But that don't mean that I'm not really caring |
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Yeah, 'cause you can't judge a book by it's cover |
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And you can't judge a look by it's lover |
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Maybe my coldness is a mask, maybe your loving ways will last |
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But can't judge a book by it's cover |
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Somewhere beyond the skin, somewhere deep within |
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(somewhere, somewhere) |
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We may find that love is there to test us, yeah |
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But we've got to have the nerve to give it all it deserves |
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And maybe, baby, we'll find something precious, yeah |
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'Cause you can't judge a book by it's cover |
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Only time it's gonna show, only time will let us know |
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'Cause you can't judge a book by it's cover, baby, ooh |
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And you can't judge a look by it's lover |
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We've got to search each other's minds |
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We've got to read between the lines |
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Oh, take a different look |
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And make our hearts an open book |
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Oh, you can't judge a book by it's cover |
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No, no, no, no |
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And you can't judge a look by it's lover |
