| 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, 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, just like Cinderella
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| Nina, pretty ballerina, 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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| She don’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, 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, just like Cinderella
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| Nina, pretty ballerina, 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, 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, just like Cinderella
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| Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way |