I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor 

Arctic Monkeys

[verse]
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 you to
And your shoulders are frozen (as cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion but you're dynamite
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lightning the fuse might in a bang with a bang-go

[chorus]
I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or what
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!

[verse]
I wish you'd stop ignoring me because you're sending me to despair,
Without a sound yeh you're calling me and I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (as 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
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang with a bang-go

[chorus]
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or what
I don't know what you're looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!
 "A Certain Romance" Arctic Monkeys

Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks

Or knackered Converse
Or tracky bottoms stucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The point's that there is no romance around there

And there's the truth that they can't see

They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
And if you could only see them, then you would agree
Agree that there ain't no romance around there

You know, oh, it's a funny thing, you know?

We'll tell them if you like
We'll tell them all tonight
They'll never listen
Because their minds are made up
And course it's all OK to carry on that way

Cause over there there's broken bones

There's only music, so that there's new ringtones
And it doesn't take no Sherlock Holmes
To see it's a little different around here

Don't get me wrong though there's boys in bands

And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
And just cause he's had a couple of cans
He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead

Don't you know, oh it's a funny thing you know

We'll tell them if you like
We'll tell them all tonight
They'll never listen
Because their minds are made up
And of course it's all OK to carry on that way
But I said no, oh no!
Well oh, you won't get me to go
Not anywhere, not anywhere
No, I won't go, oh no, no?

But over there there's friends of mine

What can I say, I've known them for a long long time
And they might overstep the line
But you just cannot get angry in the same way
No, not in the same way
So not in the same way
Oh no, oh no, no!