quinta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2009

Quinta sem lei

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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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