The Look

Walking like a man, 
Hitting like a hammer, 
She's a juvenile scamp. 
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 - 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.