1-2-3-4
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Walking like a man,
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hitting like a hammer,
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she's a juvenile scam.
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Never was a quitter,
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tasty like a raindrop,
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she's got the look.
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Heavenly bound
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cause heaven's got a number
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when she's spinning me around,
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Kissing is a colour,
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her loving is a wild dog,
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she's got the look.
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She's got the look.
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She's got the look.
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What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue.
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When everything I'll ever do I'll do for you
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and I go: la la la la la
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she's got the look.
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Fire in the ice,
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naked to the T-bone
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is a lover's disguise.
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Banging on the head drum,
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shaking like a mad bull,
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she's got the look.
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Swaying to the band,
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moving like a hammer,
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she's a miracle man.
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Loving is the ocean,
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Kissing is the wet sand,
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she's got the look.
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And she goes:
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na na na na na na na na.
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The Look
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| Roxette |
