The Baseballs - The look

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Letra '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
Heavenly bound cos 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)
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

She s got the look (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

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 cos 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