Dance, Ballerina, dance, and do your pirouette
In rhythm with your aching heart,
Dance, Ballerina, dance, you mustn't once forget
A dancer has to dance the part,
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...
In rhythm with your aching heart,
Dance, Ballerina, dance, you mustn't once forget
A dancer has to dance the part,
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...
( V.C. Andrews )
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