i had a date with a pretty ballerina
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her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
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i asked her for this dance and then she obliged me
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was i surprised was i surprised no not at all
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i saw her yesterday it could have been tomorrow
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i couldn't keep the joy that was inside
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i begged for her to tell me if she really loves me
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somewhere a mountain is moving afraid it's moving in on me
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and when i wake on a dreary monday morning
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i open up my eyes to find there's rain
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and something strange within says go ahead and find her
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just close your eyes just close your eyes and she'll be there
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Pretty Ballerina
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| Dickies |
