Sunday, September 25, 2011

The Look

Haven't heard from my brother in a while so going to add his favourite song today. Okay, so perhaps no longer the top of his pops, but he actually had a tape (yup a cassette - it was that long ago) that simply played this song from start to finish.

So today I'm going on a nostalgic trip and we're going for a bit of Roxette. "The Look" is one of those that instantly takes me back to my early teens, possibly even further back. To a time when the world was a very different place. While things may have changed, we can still sneak back once in a while.

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 so 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.

Not that it matters much, but this just makes me happy.

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