Roxette - The Look

“The Look“ 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.