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Stop making the eyes at me | I'll stop making my eyes at you | What it is that surprises me is
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 I bet that you look good on the dance floor 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 dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Well, from 1984 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 And lighting the fuse Might result in a bang, b-b-bang-go I bet that you look good on the dance floor 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 dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Well, from 1984 Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets Just banging tunes and DJ sets and Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness Well, I bet that you look good on the dance floor 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 dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Said, from 1984
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