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 (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 your 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 Well, 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, b-b-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 you're looking for I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Well, from 1984 And there ain't no love, no Montague's or Capulets Just banging tunes in DJ sets and Dirty dancefloors And dreams of naughtiness Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor I don't know if your 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 Said from 1984