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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.
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