******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! |
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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 |
well, i bet that you look good on the dancefloor |
dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 |
from 1984! |
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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 |
well, i bet that you look good on the dancefloor |
dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 |
from 1984! |
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oh, there ain´t no love, no montagues or capulets |
are just banging tunes and dj sets and... |
dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness! |
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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 |
well, i bet that you look good on the dancefloor |
dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 |
from 1984! |