Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that suprises me, is that I don't really want you to
When your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or...
I don't know what you're looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!
I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because you're sending me to despair
Without a sound you're calling me, and I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or...
I don't know what you're looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!
Oh there int no love no, Montague's or Capulets
just banging tunes in DJ sets and
Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or...
I don't know what you're looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!