The Dancefloor 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
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 And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-oh