| He’s not so good in a crowd
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| But when you get him alone
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| You’d be surprised
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| He isn’t much at a dance
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| But then when he takes you home
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| You’d be surprised
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| He doesn’t look like much of a lover
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| Don’t judge a book by its cover
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| He’s got the face of an angel
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| But there’s a devil in his eye
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| He’s such a delicate thing
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| But when he’s starts in to squeeze
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| You’d be surprised
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| He doesn’t look very strong
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| But when you sit on his knee
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| You’d be surprised
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| At a party or at a ball I’ve got to admit
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| He’s nothing at all but in a Morris chair
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| You’d be surprised
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| He doesn’t look like much of a lover
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| Don’t judge a book by its cover
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| 'Cause he’s got the face of an angel
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| But there’s a devil in his eye
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| He doesn’t say very much
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| But when he’s starts in to speak
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| You’d be surprised
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| He’s not so good at the start
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| But at the end of the week
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| You would be surprised
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| On a streetcar or in a train
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| You’d think he was born without any brain
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| But in a taxi cab and when he starts to grab
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| I said a taxi cab, you’d be surprised
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| This one’s a real danger |