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.