Satan said dance !



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, 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. Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets; are just banging tunes and DJ sets and dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness !

3 talk way too much:

Antonellaa- dijo...

Ese tema la rockea, es uno de mis preferidos de los monkeys. Un besote nena, me re gusto esa foto =)

LadyCamelot* dijo...

esa canción, es definitivamente de las que no pueden faltar en el planeta.
Saludos daan , y fuerza, vas a ver como el año nos pasa volando (con profesores ortivas incluidos)!

Luu dijo...

Qué buen tema, nena!
Cuidate ídola :)
Que andes re bien, nos vemos. Te re quiero n.n