Arctic Monkeys

Stop making the eyes at me;
I’ll stop making the eyes at you
What it is that surprises me,
Is that I don't really want you to
When your shoulders are frozen (cold in 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,
ba-ba bang go
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
Well I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984,
from 1984
I wish you'd stop ignoring me,
because you're 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 in the night)
Oh but you’re an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand