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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 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,
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.