I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor

Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that suprises me, is that I don't really want you too And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night) Over you're an explosion (but your dynamite) Your name isn't Rio, but

There's always somebody taller with more of a wit And he's equipped to enthrall her and her friends think he is fit And you just can't measure up though, you don't have a prayer Wishing that you'd made the most of her when she was there They've got e