Quasi ogni morte di papa, torniamo sul fronte Metallizzazione.
Giusto per ricordare che gli svedesi non sono famosi solo per la cucina da veri uomini, vediamo come se la cavano con la musica.
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)
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 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)
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
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
She goes na na na …
na na na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na
na na na na na na na
She’s got the look
She’s got the look (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
What in the world can make you so blue
When everything I’ll ever do I’ll do for you
And I go la la la la la
Abbi una discreta giornata 