The Look Lyrics

written by: Per Gessle

   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.