Well look at him; what do you see
A dirty old bum begging on the street
Well look at him; down on his knees
You can't judge a book by the cover
Well look at his clothes; dirty and frayed
Holding a sign asking you to pray
Well look at him; begging to get paid
You can't judge a book by the cover
Take a closer look and you will see
There's a whole lot something more underneath
Than what you see
You can't judge a book by the cover
Well look at her; walking the street
Selling her soul for something to eat
Well look at her; what do you see
You can't judge a book by the cover
Well look at her face; dead in the eyes
A subtle look of desperate cries
Well look at her; just trying to get paid
You can't judge a book by the cover
That could be you; it could be me
It may be a matter of destiny
One bad turn of luck and maybe
That could be you or me
The next time you see someone down on their luck
Give them something more than a judging look
If you look down deep you might discover
You can't judge a book by the cover
You might want to think...
That could be you; it could be me
It may be a matter of destiny
One bad turn of luck and maybe
That could be you or me