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I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor
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 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 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 go
Oh there int no love no, Montague’s or Capulets
just banging tunes in DJ sets and
Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness
You Probably Couldn't See For The Lights But You Were Staring Straight At Me
one look sends it coursing through the veins oh how the feeling races
Back up to their brains to form expressions on there stupid faces
They don't want to say hello
Like I want to say hello
Oh the heartbeats at its peak when you're coming up to speak
And I'm so tense, never tenser
Could all go a bit Frank Spencer?
I'm talking gibberish, tip of the tongue but I can't deliver it
...Properly, oh it’s all getting on top of me
And if it weren't this dark you'd see how red my face has gone
Everybody's trying to crack the jokes and that to make you smile
Those that claim that they're not showing off are drowning in denial
They're not half as bad as me say anything and I'll agree
When it comes to acting up, I'm sure I could write the book
And now that you’re more than a part in the play
It’s slightly easier to think what to say
You had us all, standing on our heads
Doing our best tricks
Never again, will there be another one that's as desirable as you
Back up to their brains to form expressions on there stupid faces
They don't want to say hello
Like I want to say hello
Oh the heartbeats at its peak when you're coming up to speak
And I'm so tense, never tenser
Could all go a bit Frank Spencer?
I'm talking gibberish, tip of the tongue but I can't deliver it
...Properly, oh it’s all getting on top of me
And if it weren't this dark you'd see how red my face has gone
Everybody's trying to crack the jokes and that to make you smile
Those that claim that they're not showing off are drowning in denial
They're not half as bad as me say anything and I'll agree
When it comes to acting up, I'm sure I could write the book
And now that you’re more than a part in the play
It’s slightly easier to think what to say
You had us all, standing on our heads
Doing our best tricks
Never again, will there be another one that's as desirable as you