- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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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- And she goes: na na na na na na na na.
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