Lyrics:

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 too

And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)

Over you're an explosion (your dynamite)

Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand

Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-ba-ba-bang-go!



I bet that you look good on the dancefloor

I don't know if your looking for romance or...

I don't know what ya looking for

Well 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 yeh your calling me, and I don't think it's very fair

That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)

Oh your an explosion (your dynamite)

Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand

Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-ba-ba-bang-go!



I bet you look good on the dancefloor

I don't know if your looking for romance or...

I don't know what ya looking for

Well I bet that you look good on the dancefloor

Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984

From 1984!



Oh there ain't no love no, Montagues or Capulets

We just banging tunes in DJ sets and...

Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtyness!



Well I bet that you look good on the dancefloor

I don't know if your looking for romance or...

I don't know what ya looking for

I said I bet you look good on the dancefloor

Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984

From 1984!