Låttexter
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, and I don't care for sand
The lights and the fuse might result in a bang, bang-bang-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 bet that you look good on the dance-floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984
I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because you're driving me to despair
Without a sound you are calling me, and I don't really think it's fair
'Cause your shoulders are frozen
You're an explosion
Your name isn't Rio, and I don't care for sand
And the lights and the fuse might result in a bang, bang-bang-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 bet that you look good on the dance-floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984
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 bet that you look good on the dance-floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984
