The Look

Per Gessle

Walking like a man,

Hitting like a hammer,

She's a juvenile scamp.

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 - 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.