domingo, 5 de abril de 2009

ARCTIC MONKEYS SAID:

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!

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