He's not so good in a crowd
But when you get him alone
You'd be surprised
He isn't much at a dance
But then when he takes you home
You'd be surprised
He doesn't look like much of a lover
Don't judge a book by its cover
('Cause) He's got the face of an angel
But there's devil in his eye
He's such a delicate thing
But when he stans in to squeeze
You'd be surprised
He doesn't look very strong
But when you sit on his knee
You'd be surprised
At a party or at a ball
L've got to admit he's nothing at all
But in a Morris chair
You'd be surprised
Writer(s): Irving Berlin
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