Getting ready on Friday, oh, like how do I look in this dress? Anything that you put on, baby, that's how I like you best Standing there, when you're fixing your hair Wish you could only see the way you look The way I stare, the way my heart skips a beat Cause you look like some girl out of a magazine Talking one out of a million, best I ever seen Call me a lucky man, call me a love-sick fool Yeah, it blows my mind, girl, every time I look at you Just look at you, girl You ought to see how the hair's turned every time you walk in the room It's like a mic drop, everything stops, all eyes on you I'm just the guy with a girl that everybody wants to meet Thinking, man, what did he do to have her arms all over me? Cause you look like some girl out of a magazine Talking one out of a million, best I ever seen Call me a lucky man, call me a love-sick fool Yeah, it blows my mind, girl, every time I look at you Just look at you, girl Oh, yeah Ain't no doubt, baby, you were sent from above Can't help from looking, girl, I can't get enough Cause you look like some girl out of a magazine Talking one out of a million, best I ever seen Call me a lucky man, call me a love-sick fool But it blows my mind, girl, every time I look at you Oh, it blows my mind, girl, every time I look at you Look at you, girl Oh, yeah Just look at you, girl