| Looks, looks, looks
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| You had sense, you had style, you had cash galore
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| Looks, looks, looks
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| You employed her and dressed her in formal fashion
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| Still you bore her because you ain’t got a
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| Nose that’s straight, a set of perfect teeth
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| You got a built-in seat, that makes you look effete
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| You know that looks, looks, looks, are why you rely on books
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| Looks, looks, looks
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| From the eye to the brain’s just an inch or two
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| Looks, looks, looks
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| From the eye to the heart’s only slightly farther
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| The smart grow smarter, but still can’t compete
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| And they know deep down that they are scarred for life
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| And that a face can launch a thousand hips
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| It’s gonna be all right
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| If it ain’t, don’t blame me, it’s your looks
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| At night she masquerades her passion covered by a veil of calm
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| Say, put on your shoes
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| Say, put on your shoes
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| No use one look at her and anyone can tell that she’s on fire
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| Spot her error
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| Spot her error
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| Spot her error
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| Well, now she’s all over you
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| Looks, looks, looks
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| No, it’s not very hard to make history
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| Looks, looks, looks
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| Just some cavalry and a good uniform that fits in places
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| Where everyone tends to look and marvel
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| At the way you lead them on and
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| Look and marvel at the way you win because of
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| Looks, looks, looks
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| As long as you’re long on looks
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| Spot her error
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| Spot her error
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| Spot her error
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| Well, now she’s all over you
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| Looks, looks, looks
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| Far away, close at hand, it’s the only thing
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| Looks, looks, looks
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| On the seas in the sand, any place is laced with those who have it
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| And those who can only look |