text: Were Arctic Monkeys
  This is I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor
  Don’t believe the hype
  Stop making the eyes at me
  Ill stop making the eyes at you
  What it is that surprises me
  Is that I dont really want you to
  And your shoulders are frozen 
  Oh, but you’re an explosion 
  Your name isnt Rio, but I dont like the sand
  And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-oh
  I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
  I dont know if youre looking for romance or
  Dont know what youre looking for
  I said, I bet that you look good on thе dancefloor
  Dancing to electro-pop likе a robot from 1984
  From 1984
  I wish you’d stop ignoring me
  Because it’s sending me to despair
  Without a sound, yeah, youre calling me
  And I don’t think its very fair
  That your shoulders are frozen 
  Oh, but youre an explosion 
  Your name isn’t Rio, but I dont like the sand
  And lighting a fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-oh
  I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
  I dont know if youre looking for romance or
  Dont know what youre looking for
  I said, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
  Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
  From 1984
  And no, there int no love
  No Montagues or Capulets
  Just banging tunes and DJ sets and
  The dirty dancefloor and dreams of naughtiness
  Oh, come on
  On the dancefloor
  I dont know if youre looking for romance or what
  I dont know what youre looking for
  I said, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
  Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
  From 1984
  Alright, knock it here now