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 a 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.