A comical and haunting look at the old phrase you can't judge a book by it's cover
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Story behind the song
This song was inspired by many people who enjoy putting people in certain categories based on appearance and a culture obsessed with youth and looking like someone else...somewhere else
Lyrics
Your brother says I’m spiritual.
Your sister thinks I’m goofy.
Your mother believes I have a lot of class
You don’t know me and they don’t know me.
I am not transparent glass!
Keep looking, but your eyes can’t see
because your eyes don’t know me.
He said, “She’s misunderstood.”
She said, “She must be up to no good, given she spent some time in the hood.”
Don’t talk to me because you think I’m rich or poor.
Don’t even gravitate to the knowledge you think I have.
Don’t ask me where I’m from.
I could be a doctor, a professor, missionary or what you call a bum.
Look at me. Look at me some more.
You may think I have pretty nice hair
a great smile, a honey brown complexion and tone
but I might be someone you don’t want to be around, alone.
I could be Caucasian, Asian, African, Persian and Indian.
Do you really have a clue about my ethnicity by starring at my racial hue?
The truth is you don’t know me.
I know, you think you do.
Are you looking at me?
Tell me what do you see?
A female with a small frame?
I know, you just heard my name.
Yet, all is still the same because we just met.
My real name might be Bertha, Fran or Jet.
Even though my eyes are dark
ten years ago they may have been blue or
I might be wearing contacts too.
I could’ve tanned my skin to look like you.
These boobs could have been reduced.
You don’t know my past, present or future plan.
For all you know I might be a man.
Would you treat me differently? Could I follow or lead your clan or crew?
Do I really have to be just like you to get a message through? Oh I do.
Well I see, when we lose our sense of control things can get a little scary.
Raise your hand if you’ve seen things get unorganized, wild or a little hairy.
Do you even understand what I’m saying?
Put your ________ hands up in the air I’m taking over and I’m not playing!
I said put em’ up! Nooooo, I’m just joking.
But hey, you never know, see.
Because….you don’t know me.
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