Computados

Sin lugar a dudas, John Corbett, tendría un magnífico concepto de mí:

Some judge a man by the way he shakes a hand,
if he looks them in the eye,
by the way he keeps his cool,
the way he treats a fool,
the things that he can buy,
his shoes, how they shine.

But I admit that I judge a man by the woman,
her smile, the light up in her eyes,
the way she holds him when they miss.
She’s the window of his soul,
his best friend, don’t you know?
You judge a day by the sun.
You judge a man by the woman.

You could spend all day watching him work and play,
get to know his habits and his friends,
learn what makes him laugh
and pry into his past,
what makes him cry, what makes him sing.
You may think that you can see right through,

but the best thing you can do is judge a man by the woman,
her smile, the light up in her eyes,
the way she holds him when they miss.
She’s the window of his soul,
his best friend, don’t you know?
You judge a day by the sun.
You judge a man by the woman.

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