Every day in the morning on her way to the office
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You can see as she catches a train
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Just a face among a million faces
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Just another woman with no name
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Not the girl you'd remember but she's still something special
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If you knew her I am sure you'd agree
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'Cause I know she's got a little secret
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Friday evening she turns out to be...
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Nina, pretty ballerina
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Now she is the queen of the dancing floor
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This is the moment she's waited for
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Just like Cinderella
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(just like Cinderella)
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Nina, pretty ballerina
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Who would ever think she could be this way
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This is the part that she likes to play
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But she knows the fun would go away
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If she would play it every day
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So she's back every morning to her work at the office
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And another week to live in a dream
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And another row of early mornings
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In an almost never-ending stream
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Doesn't talk very often, kind of shy and uncertain
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Everybody seems to think she's a bore
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But they wouldn't know her little secret
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What her Friday night would have in store...
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Nina, pretty ballerina
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Now she is the queen of the dancing floor
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This is the moment she's waited for
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Just like Cinderella
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(just like Cinderella)
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Nina, pretty ballerina
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Who would ever think she could be this way
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This is the part that she likes to play
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She would like to play it every day
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Nina, pretty ballerina
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Now she is the queen of the dancing floor
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This is the moment she's waited for
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Just like Cinderella
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(just like Cinderella)
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Nina, pretty ballerina
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Who would ever think she could be this way
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This is the part that she likes to play
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[fade]
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Nina, Pretty Ballerina
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ABBA |