1-2-3-4 walking like a man,
hitting like 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 girl
turn blue. When everything
I'll ever do I'll do 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, mov-
ing 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.