The look
1-2-3-4Walking like a man,hitting like a hammer,she's a juvenile scam.Never was a quitter,tasty like a raindrop,she's got the look.Heavenly boundcause heaven's got a numberwhen she's spinning me around,Kissing is a colour,her loving is a wild dog,she's got the look.
She's got the look.She's got the look.What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue.When everything I'll ever do I'll do for youand I go: la la la la lashe's got the look.
Fire in the ice,naked to the T-boneis a lover's disguise.Banging on the head drum,shaking like a mad bull,she's got the look.Swaying to the band,moving like a hammer,she's a miracle man.Loving is the ocean,Kissing is the wet sand,she's got the look.
And she goes:na na na na na na na na.