You Got the Look I Like Nick Lowe

You got the style, you got the sense
That makes a man race til he's spent
That makes him twang like a guitar string
You overpowerin' thing

I go to work, but I'm in late
I can't think or concentrate
My rapid rise will have to wait
I'm in a pitiful state

You got it, you got it, you got it, you got it, you got it
You got the look I like, baby
You got it, you got it, you got it
You, girl, you got it, you got the look I like

Help me baby this is like a film
One that I don't wanna be in
I'm camera shy and I fluff my lines
And these are tell tale signs

I used to be a moment man
Had everything in my hands
But now I'm like a firework that's fizzed
I can't do the biz and the reason is, because

You got it, you got it, you got it, you got it, you got it
You got the look I like, baby
You got it, you got it, you got it
You, girl, you got it, you got the look I like