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And she's dancing like she's never danced before.
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor.
And she's dancing like she's never danced before.
On the ice-blue line of insanity, is a place most never see.
It's a hard-won place of mystery, touch it but can't hold it.
You work all your life for that moment in time.
It could come or pass you by.
It's a push-shove world, but there's always a chance.
If the hunger stays the night.
There's a cold kinetic heat.
Struggling, stretching for the beat.
Never stopping with her head against the wind.
She's a maniac, maniac, At your door.
And she's dancing like she's never danced before.
She's a maniac, maniac, At your door.
And she's dancing like she's never danced before.
- 1983 - Michael Sembello