| | 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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