Текст песни Dean Martin - The Look
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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