Roxette The Look 1989

Roxette The Look 1989 1234 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 browneyed 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 Tbone 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. What in the world can make a browneyed 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. (Instrumental) Walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she s a juvenile scam.