Lyric The Look

The look
As she pass she flashed that come-hither look
The look
That was meant for me and for me alone

The look
Would be out of place in a children s book
The look
That could chip a piece off a heart of stone

Consider a bit this interesting little tableau
A look I could read but where would it lead me to
But mischievous elf I labeled myself diablo
And did just exactly what she was sure I d do
Now at her beck and call
She ties me to the strings of her Spanish shawl
That isn t all
One foot out the door and she gives me the look

I say goodbye now she puts her foot down
I m flying high now that s when I m put down
I want to die now she puts her foot down
Freezes me with the look

Someday if she sashays by you and looks your way
I d say you ll do well if you overlook the look
The look
The look