Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you

 And what it is that suprises 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 your dynamite)

 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 your 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!

 I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because you're sending me to despair

 Without a sound yeh your calling me, and I don't think it's very fair

 That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)

 Oh your an explosion (your dynamite)

 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 your 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!

 Oh there ain't no love no, Montagues and Capulets

 We just banging tunes 'n' DJ sets 'n'

 Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtyness!