Arctic Monkeys* - I bet that you look good on the dance floor

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
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

Oh there ain't no love
No Montagues or Capulets
We're just banging tunes and DJ sets and
Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness

Well 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 said that I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!

*Disclaimer: esta banda fue catalogada por la prensa británica como la mayor aparición en el rock después de The Beatles. El Si! de Clarín recientemente hizo algo parecido. Visionario? Futurólogo? Amante de los monos? Yo pienso que si a las tres.