Glassed

I know it' so very last year but this song is still played regularly in my car and reminds me so much of the Eighties.. Did their Dad's write it for them or what? Or does nothing ever change?

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 real, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, bbbbang

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 bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984.

Lyrics by Artic Monkeys dedicated to Lisa..