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Rubenesque

Words/Music © by Deborah Baudoin

You look behind you, boy,
And hope you won't be seen
You think you're being coy,
But you're just being mean.
You think you're such a prize--
Better than the rest--
If you looked in her eyes,
Could your conscience pass the test?

Well you know you should not judge her
By her looks or by her size.
Gotta open up your mind, boy,
Got to open up your eyes.
'Cuz the lady's got a style
That makes her different from the rest.
No, the lady isn't overweight,
The lady's Rubenesque--
Rubenesque.

When she was seventeen,
She taught herself Chinese.
When she was twenty-three,
She got her PhD.
When she was twenty-nine,
She published her third book.
Why must you be so blind?
She's so much more than looks.

Well you know you should not judge her
By her looks or by her size.
Gotta open up your mind, boy,
Got to open up your eyes.
'Cuz the lady's got a style
That makes her different from the rest.
No, the lady isn't overweight,
The lady's Rubenesque--
Rubenesque.

All of those other girls,
Their beauty's just skin-deep.
They think they own the world,
But they just can't compete
With all her savoir faire
And her joie de vie.
She's got so much to share,
Enjoy her company!

Well you know you should not judge her
By her looks or by her size.
Gotta open up your mind, boy,
Got to open up your eyes.
'Cuz the lady's got a style
That makes her different from the rest.
No, the lady isn't overweight,
The lady's Rubenesque--
Rubenesque.