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Dance, ballerina, dance,
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And do your pirouette
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In rhythm with your aching heart.
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Dance, ballerina, dance,
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You musn't once forget
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A dancer has to dance the part.
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Whirl, ballerina, whirl,
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And just ignore the chair
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That's empty in the second row.
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This is your moment, girl,
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Although he's not out there
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Applauding as you steal the show.
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Once you said
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His love must wait its turn.
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You wanted fame instead;
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I guess that's your concern;
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We live and learn.
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And love is gone, ballerina, gone,
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So on with your career;
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You can't afford a backward glance.
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Dance on and on and on;
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A thousand people here
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Have come to see the show
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As round and round you go,
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So ballerina dance, dance ,dance.
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Ballerina
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| Buddy Clark |
