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