paroles de chanson The Look - Eve St. Jones

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.