| Just a still town girl on a saturday night | |
| lookin' for the fight of her life | |
| In the real-time world no one sees her at all, | |
| they all think she's crazy | |
| Locking rhythms play to the beat of her heart | |
| changing woman into life | |
| She has danced into the danger zone | |
| when a dancer becomes a dance | |
| It can cut you like a knife | |
| if the gift becomes the fire | |
| on a wire between will and what will be | |
| She's a maniac, maniac on the floor | |
| 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-built iron sanity | |
| is a place that was never seen | |
| It's a hard warm 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 of the world, | |
| but there's always a chance | |
| if the hunger stays through the night | |
| There's a cold connective heat | |
| struggling stetching for defeat | |
| Never stopping with her head against the wind | |
| She's a maniac, maniac on the floor | |
| 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 | |
| It can cut you like a knife | |
| if the gift becomes the fire | |
| on a wire between will and what will be | |
| She's a maniac, maniac on the floor | |
| 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 | |
| She's a maniac, maniac on the floor | |
| 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 | |
| and she's dancing like she's never danced before |