Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making my eyes at you. What it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (as 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
[Chorus:] I bet that you look good on the dance floor I don't know if you're looking for romance or... Don't know what you're looking for I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Well, from 1984!
[Verse] 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 (as 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 with a bang-go
[Chorus]
Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and... Dirty dance floors, and dreams of naughtiness!