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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 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 dance floor 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 dance floor 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 and 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, ba ba bang-go! I bet that you look good on the dance floor I don't know if you're looking for romance or... I don't know what ya looking for I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 From 1984! And oh there ain't no love no, Montague's and Capulets We just banging tunes 'n' DJ sets 'n' Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness I bet that you look good on the dance floor 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 dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 From 1984! |
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