Just a small town girl
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On a Saturday night
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Looking for the fight of her life
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In the real time world
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No one sees her at all
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They all say she's crazy
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Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart
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Changing movement into light
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She has danced into the danger zone
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When the dancer becomes the dance
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It can cut you like a knife
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If the gift becomes the fire
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On the wire between will
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And what will be
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She's a maniac
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Maniac on the floor
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And she's dancing
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Like she's never danced before
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She's a maniac
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Maniac on the floor
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And she's dancing
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Like she's never danced before
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On the ice blue line of insanity
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Is a place most never see
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It's a hard won place of mystery
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Touch it but can't hold it
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You work all your life
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For that moment in time
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It could come or pass you by
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It's a push, shove world
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But there's always a chance
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If the hunger stays the night
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There's a cold kinetic heat
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Struggling, stretching for the peak
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Never stopping with her head against the wind
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She's a maniac, maniac
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I sure know
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Like she's never danced before
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She's a maniac, maniac
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I sure know
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And she's dancing
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Like she's never danced before
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[Instrumental Interlude]
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It can cut you like a knife
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If the gift becomes the fire
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On the wire between will
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And what will be
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She's a maniac, maniac
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I sure know
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And she's dancing
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Like she's never danced before
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She's a maniac, maniac
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I sure know
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And she's dancing
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Like she's never danced before
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Maniac, maniac
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I sure know
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And she's dancing
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Like she's never danced before
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Maniac
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| Michael Sembello |
