Walking like a man,
Hitting like a hammer,
She's a juvenile scamp.
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 girl turn blue.
When everything I'll ever do
I'll do for you and I go:
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.
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