Tried to make it little by little,
tried to make it bit by bit on my own.
Quit the job, the grey believers,
another town where I get close to the bone.
Whatcha gonna tell your brother? - Oh oh oh
Whatcha gonna tell your father? - I don’t know!
Whatcha gonna tell your mother - Let me go...
I’m gonna get dressed for succes,
shaping me up for the big time, baby.
Get dressed for success
shaping it up for your love yea yea yea
I’m not afraid, a trembling flower,
I’ll feed your heart and blow the dust from your eyes
and in the dark things happen faster,
I love the way you sway your hips next to mine.
Watcha gonna tell tell your brother? - oh oh oh
Whatche gonna tell your father? - I don’t know!
Watcha gonna tell your mother - Let me go...
I’m gonna get dressed for success,
hitting a spot for the big time, baby.
Get dressed for success,
shaping it up for your love.
Look sharp!
The Look
Roxette
Composição: Per Gessle
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:
na na na na na 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.
na na na na na na nana na
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