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Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to And 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, b-b-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 it's sending me to despair Without a sound, yeah, you're calling me, and I don't think it's very fair That 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 Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-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 Letras de cancionesFrom 1984! Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and... Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness! Well, 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! * (In Demo Version "Well" instead of "I said") From Letras Mania