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

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