Thursday, October 13, 2005


music by Carl Sigman
lyric by Bob Russell

Dance, ballerina, dance and do your pirouette in rhythm with your aching heart.
Dance, ballerina, dance, you musn'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;
So on with your career, you can't afford a backward glance.
Dance on and on and on;
A thousand people here have come to see the show
As round and round you go, so ballerina, dance, dance, dance...


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