i bet that you look good on the dance floor

mi blog es stopmake , por esta cancion(de arctic monkeys) qe se llama I bet that you look good on the dancefloor

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
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-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 it's 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
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-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 Montagues or Capulets
Are just banging tunes and 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!

Deja de mirarme
y te dejaré de mirar
Y lo que me sorprende,
es que no te quiero en realidad
Y tus hombros están congelados,
fríos como la noche
Eres una explosión,
eres dinamita
Tu nombre no es Rio,
pero no me importa la arena
La iluminación en los fusibles podría resultar en estallido

Apuesto a que te verías bien en esa pista de baile
No se si buscas romance o...
No se que es lo que buscas
Apuesto a que te verías bien en esa pista de baile
Bailando electro-pop como un robot de 1984

Desearía que dejaras de ignorarme,
Porque me estás desesperando
Sin sonidos me llamas
y no creo que sea justo
Que tus hombros estén congelados, fríos como la noche
Eres una explosión, eres dinamita
Tu nombre no es Rio, pero no me importa la arena
La iluminación en los fusibles podría resultar en estallido

Oh no hay amor, no Montesco ni Capuleto
Solo canciones que suenan que programa el DJ
Sucias pistas de baile y sueños traviesos

Apuesto a que te verías bien en esa pista de baile
No se si buscas romance o...
No se que es lo que buscas
Apuesto a que te verías bien en esa pista de baile
Bailando electro-pop como un robot de 1984