Some judge a man, by the way he shakes a hand
and if he looks them in the eye.
By the way he keeps his cool
by the way he treats a fool
and all the things that he can buy,
and his shoes, how they shine.
Oh, 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 dance.
She's the window to his soul
His best friend don't ya know
Judge a day by the sun
but you judge a man by the woman.
You could spend all day, watch 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
Oh, but the best thing you can do-oo-oooh
Is judge a man by the woman
her smile, the light up in her eyes
the way she holds him when they dance.
She's the window to his soul
His best friend don't ya know
Judge a day by the sun
but you judge a man by the woman.