I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor – Arctic Monkeys
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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
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 a fuse might result in a bang b-b-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 said I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Well, 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 And lighting a fuse might result in a bang, b-b-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 said I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Well, from 1984!
And no, there ain’t no love, no Montagues or Capulets Just banging tunes and DJ sets Dirty dance floors, and dreams of naughtiness!
Well, 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 said I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Said, from 1984!