I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor

Stop making the eyes at me, I’ll stop making the eyes at you
What it is that surprises me is that I don’t really want you to
Now your shoulders are frozen
You’re an explosion
Your name isn’t Rio, but I don’t care for sand
The lights and the fuse might result in a bang, with a 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
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984