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! 



[Repeat *]



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

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

Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtyness!