Book - Jonny P

Dark clothes, skin too

Street lights shine on you

Sudden moves, what do you do

Making its way closer and closer to you

Loud stereo-type dude

Baggy jeans with his crew

He walks past and smiles at you

Thinking we are the same, loving the game

So don’t judge a book by its cover

'Cause the cover won’t get you very far

Don’t judge a book by its cover

It’s the pages that tell you who you are, hey

Checkpoint, hair tied

Getting judged half his life

Dirty looks as he walks by

Hustling and bustling, tryin' to catch his flight

Random, pat-down

He smiles while they frown

He can’t wait to touch-down

And if he could explain it, he’d walk on that plane and say

Don’t judge a book by its cover

'Cause the cover won’t get you very far

Don’t judge a book by its cover

It’s the pages that tell you who you are, hey

Don’t judge a book by its cover

'Cause the cover won’t get you very far

Don’t judge a book by its cover

It’s the pages that tell you who you are, hey

Tell you who you are

And I wonder

Where did the love go?

Yes, I wonder

If there’s anymore hope?

Seems like lately

All that I see

Is some cover-readers

Staring down, yeah, they’re looking down at me

Don’t judge a book by its cover

'Cause the cover won’t get you very far (very far)

Don’t judge a book by its cover

It’s the pages that tell you who you are, hey

Don’t judge a book by its cover

'Cause the cover won’t get you very far

Don’t judge a book by its cover

It’s the pages that tell you who you are, hey