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.
