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.
Chorus: She's got the look. (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.
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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.
And she goes: na na na na na na na na. Shes got the look