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