In Dancing On My Own, Robyn is not at The Club with a party-hard crew hell-bent on a night of booty and bodyshots; she is alone, drawn to the dancefloor by the masochistic need to see her ex with his new flame. As nights out go, it's a bit light on fun: "I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her," Robyn sings. "I'm right over here, why can't you see me? I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home."
With its air of subdued defiance Dancing On My Own seems like the perfect anthem for crap nights out and a classic example of what Neil Tennant (who knows a thing or two about this area of pop tuneage) refers to as "tears in the toilets" material. Dancing On My Own is the irresistible sound of heartbreak on the dancefloor, desolate solitude in a room of euphoric revellers.
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and check out the video for Dancing on my Own below.