Stop making the eyes at me
I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that suprises 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
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a 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 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, with a 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 yaou're 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
Just banging tunes 'n' DJ sets 'n'
Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness!

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if your looking for romance or...
I don't know what yaou're looking for
Well I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!

Writer : TURNER, ALEX
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing