| 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, yeah
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| Yeah, 'cause you can’t judge a book by its cover
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| My papa used to say, «Look child
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| Look beyond a tender smile
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| 'Cause you can’t judge a look by the 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, yeah
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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, yeah
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| 'Cause you can’t judge a book by its cover
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| And you can’t judge a look by its lover
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| Maybe my coldness is a mask, maybe your loving ways will last
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| But you can’t judge a book by its cover, baby
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| Ah, hoo
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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 its 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 its cover, baby, ooh
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| And you can’t judge a look by its 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 its cover
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| No, no, no, no
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| And you can’t judge a look by its lover |