The Measure of a Man
Music & Lyrics: Gino Vannelli
No, you cant judge a man
By the color of his skin
You cant rate his cool
By the scruff on his chin
Dont know what makes him tick
By the Rolex on his wrist
But you can judge a man
By the woman hes with
Thats why I say
You know the measure of a man
Just how tall he stands
By the woman hes with
Thing is, she had too much Tanqueray
And did a Roma dance for me
Though my eyes went bug
My heart could not agree
Next thing you know
Dudes comin at me with a stick
Oh yea, you can judge man
By the woman hes with
Ill say it again
You know the measure of a man
Just how tall he stands
You know the size of his stones
Just what kind of backbone
By the woman hes with
Her eyes are the window to his soul
And by the looks of it shes swallowed him whole
The mere thought of her makes his knees weak
When he opens his mouth it is her I hear speak
Even now I hear her speak
No, I really dont get
This cold war that I am in
Theres a knife in my back
Where my good friend has been
Shes the moon, hes the sun
And I am under an eclipse
Oh, you can judge a man
You know the measure of a man
By the woman hes with
