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)
Oh, but you′re an explosion (you′re dynamite)
Your name isn′t Rio, but I don′t care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-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
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 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
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-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
Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!

Oh, there ain′t no love, no Montagues or Capulets
Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and...
Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness!

Well, 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
Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984