Music & Lyrics by Per Gessle
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 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. |