Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
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And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
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And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
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Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
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Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
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And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!
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I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
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I don't know if you're looking for romance or
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I don't know what you're looking for
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I said*, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
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Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
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From 1984!
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I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because it's sending me to despair
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Without a sound, yeah, you're calling me, and I don't think it's very fair
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That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
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Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
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Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
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Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!
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I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
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I don't know if you're looking for romance or
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I don't know what you're looking for
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I said*, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
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Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
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From 1984!
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Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets
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Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and...
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Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness!
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Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
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I don't know if you're looking for romance or
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I don't know what you're looking for
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I said, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
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Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
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From 1984!
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I bet you look good on the dance floor
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| Arctic Monkeys |
