I bet you look good on the dancefloor
Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at youAnd what it is that surprises me, is that I don't really want you toAnd your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)Over you're an explosion (you're dynamite)Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sandLighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!
I bet that you look good on the dancefloorI don't know if your looking for romance or...I don't know what ya looking forI said I bet that you look good on the dancefloorDancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984From 1984!
I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because you're sending me to despairWithout a sound you're calling me, and I don't think it's very fairThat your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)Oh, your an explosion (you're dynamite)Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sandLighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!
I bet that you look good on the dance floorI don't know if your looking for romance or...I don't know what ya looking forI said I bet that you look good on the dance floorDancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984From 1984!
Oh there ain't no love no, Montague's or CapuletsJust banging tunes in DJ sets andDirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness
Well, I bet that you look good on the dance floorI don't know if your looking for romance or...I don't know what ya looking forI said I bet that you look good on the dance floorDancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984From 1984!