The Look

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Walking like a man,
hitting like a hammer,
she"s a juvenile scam.
Never was a...
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.