1-2-3-4.
 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.