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Lyrics:
Stop making the eyes at me Ill stop making the eyes at you What it is that surprises me Is that I dont really want you to And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night) Oh, but youre an explosion (youre dynamite) Your name isnt Rio, but I dont care for sand And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-oh I bet that you look good on the dance floor I dont know if youre looking for romance or I dont know what youre looking for I said, I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Well, from 1984 I wish youd stop ignoring me Because youre sending me to despair Without a sound, yeah, youre calling me And I dont think its very fair That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night) Oh, but youre an explosion (youre dynamite) Your name isnt Rio, but I dont care for sand And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-oh I bet that you look good on the dance floor I dont know if youre looking for romance or I dont know what youre looking for I said, I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Well, from 1984 Oh, there aint no love, no Montagues or Capulets Just banging tunes and DJ sets and Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness Well, I bet that you look good on the dance floor I dont know if youre looking for romance or I dont know what youre looking for I said, I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Said, from 1984
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