Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you. What it is that suprises me, is that I don't really want you to. 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. I 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. I bet that you look good on the dancefloor. I don't know if your looking for romance. I don't know what you're looking for.