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