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 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
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!


I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or

I don't know what you're looking for
I said, 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 it's 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, b-b-bang, go!


I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for

I said, 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
Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and...

Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness!

Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor

I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor

Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!