Stop making the eyes at me
I’ll stop making the eyes at you
What it is that surprises me is
That I don’t really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen
(As cold as the night)
Oh, but you’re an explosion
(But 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 said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or
Don’t know what you’re looking for
Well 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 you’re 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
(As 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 with a bang-go
I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or
Don’t know what you’re looking for
Well I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!
Oh, there ain’t no love,
No Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes and DJ sets and…
Dirty dance floors, and dreams of naughtiness!