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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Arctic Monkeys
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Turner
Songwriter
Andy Nicholson
Composer
James Cook
Composer
Matt Helders
Composer
Letra
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)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
The lights and the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go
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 said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
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 as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
The lights and the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go
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 said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984
Oh, there ain't no love, no
No Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes in DJ sets and
Dirty dancefloors
And dreams of naughtiness
Well, 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 said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984
Writer(s): Alex Turner
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