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!

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!

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
I said, 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 or Capulets
Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and...
Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness!

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
I said, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!