Le clip de Roxette, “The Look” (1988).
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 a 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.