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 dance floor
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 dance floor
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 dance floors and dreams of naughtiness