Everyone knows how much I...
…love the song “The Look” by Roxette. It’s basically my personal theme song, the overture to my symphony of existence. Or was until I Googled the lyrics about five minutes ago. Let’s take a closer look. Just try to catch all the phallic and tranny references. These words are mind-boggling!
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 color
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 ever do I 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.
