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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.
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.
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.
And she goes: na na na na na na na na.
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. |
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