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I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

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
That your shoulders are frozen, cold as the night
Oh 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

 

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