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. 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. Oh there int no love no Montague's or Capulets. just banging tunes in DJ sets and. Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness