You Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover - Yvonne Fair

Hey there, mister fine

Sweet little thing of mine

Actions kind of show me you love me truly

The woman that’s your life

Sweeter than an apple pie

But I can’t let you know you’re getting to me

You can’t judge a book by its cover

Whoa, my papa used to say it now

Listen to your good father

You can’t judge the love by the lover

And you sure can’t judge a book by its cover

Born sweet on you

Though you can’t see through

There’s some concern its fresh and not to worry

Oh, I take to being low

So you can feel ignored

But that don’t mean that I’m not really caring

You can’t judge a book by its cover

Baby, my coldness isn’t bad

And you are gonna know the way to live

You can’t judge the love by the lover

And you sure can’t judge a book by its cover

Gonna bring it on down

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yes I’m wary on the skin

But somewhere deep within

We might find that love that better tests us

Woah, ain’t we got to have more

Give it all it deserves

And maybe, baby we’ll find something precious

You can’t judge a book by its cover

Oh, Papa would set me on his knee

And you know he preached to me

You can’t judge the love by the lover, no, no

And you sure can’t judge a book by its cover

Oh, he may be nine on the outside

Oh, but so unkind on the inside

You better take a deeper look

Oh, before you buy that book

No, no, remember

I been ready from the go, no, no, no, no

So you can tell you ain’t been told