Words and music by Roddy Frame
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When you're the belle of the ball
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It's hard to fall
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And sacrifice your status for a fool
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But all your apparatus and your charm
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Can never cool the still, still waters
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Or warm the chilling air
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When you're the belle of the ball
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And your gown's a-shining
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And your underlining all my thoughts
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Why give yourself to he who has the lot?
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I have something to declare
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Sensing when to smile
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It's like predicting miles...
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You'll never know
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To kiss and then caress
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Could crease your party dress...
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And spoil the show
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So the belle of the ball
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Will bow to protocol
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Misfortune won't befall her she's the star
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She'll glide into the night
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Beneath her guiding light
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She'll suffer every slight and heed the call
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But it's alright, it's alright
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She's the belle of the ball
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Belle of the Ball
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