The Look

Roxette



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