O que interessa aqui é atentar no namorico latente, na impossibilidade de ouvir isto com o volume sem ser alto, na linha de baixo, no sotaque e tudo e tudo:
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
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 (espectacular referência aos Duran Duran)
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang
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
Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
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
Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets
Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and...
Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness!