Looking Good Diving with the Wild Bunch Morgan-McVey (Ft. Neneh Cherry)

[Verse 1]
Who's that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet?
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
And the boys from home, they all came running
Everyone wearing suedes from running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
There's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
Wearing padded bras, sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?

[Verse 2]
So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
But you had to have style, get a gold tooth smile
Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile

[Chorus]
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch, don't mess with me
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a buffalo stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't get fresh with me
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a buffalo stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a buffalo stance
We do the dive any time we dance
I'll give you love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me