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

Over 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

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 bet that you look good on the dancefloor

Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984

I wish you'd stop ignoring me,

because you're sending me to despair

Without a sound you're calling me,

and I don't think it's very fair

That your shoulders are frozen, cold as the night

Oh 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

Oh there int no love no, Montague's or Capulets

just banging tunes in DJ sets and

Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness