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.