Walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she's a juvenile scam.

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.