The look
1-2-3-4 walking 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 bound
'cause heaven's got a number
when 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 gilr turn blue.
When everything I'll ever do
I'll do it for you
and I go: la la la la la
she's got the look.
Fire in the ice
naked to the t-bone
is 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