bet you look good on the dancefloor
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) Over you're an explosion (but you're not in mind) Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go! I've heard that you look good on the dancefloor I don't know if you're looking for romance or... I don't know what ya looking for Well I bet that you look good on the dancefloor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 From 1984!
don't know what you're looking for
my own little private