| | Dance, ballerina, dance
And do your pirouette in rhythm with your achin' heart.
Dance, ballerina, dance
You mustn't once forget a dancer has to dance the part.
Whirl, ballerina, whirl
And just ignore the chair that's empty in the second row.
This is your moment, girl,
Although he's not out there applauding as you steal the show.
Once you said his love must wait its turn
You wanted fame instead.
I guess that's your concern,
We live and learn.
And love is gone, ballerina, gone |
| | Posted 8/9/2005 11:38 AM - 63 Views - 6 eProps - 3 comments
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