She is in the retro/radio fashion
The rhythm in her skin
She chases the dance halls
Oh, mirror give her her chance
She is in the retro/radio fashion
Flashdance from flower to skin
Perfect for her generation
She mixes disco/hip hop
and she dances
Mademoiselle doesn't have too much heart for school
from the boom box to her shoulder
to swap for ballerina shoes
To Stansmis without laces
She is inspired by her idols
She wears galters to her feet
A fashion victim is born
She practices everyday
To eliminate the stress
She escapes from her head
She is brave, she dreams
She is drunk from melodies
Who inspires the smallest jests
She exerts, she repeats, she is ready
She is in the retro/radio fashion
The rhythm in her skin
She chases the dance halls
Oh, mirror give her her chance
She is in the retro/radio fashion
Flashdance from flower to skin
Perfect for her generation
She mixes disco/hip hop
and she dances
Mademoiselle works days and nights
torture without thanks
She know that one has nothing without nothing
Its her life's dream
She dances her personality
With all her woman
A dancing victim is born