I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor
by The Arctic Monkeys.

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 too

And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh 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, oh

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
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 yeh your calling me, and I don't think it's very fair

That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh 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, oh

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
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
Just banging tunes in DJ sets 'n'
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 ya looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984, from 1984