The Look — текст песни (Roxette)

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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.