| I dance a little closer to you and watch you dance away
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| Hard selling what we both know tomorrow you may
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| Not be able to give away
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| And as I leave the stage
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| Dancing through my rage
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| I feel helpless as the music goes on, and we turn to another page
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| Dancing--everybody's dancing
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| Moving through the ballet
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| Never missing a cue
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| How sad, but how beautiful it can be
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| To watch the choreography
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| As we play out our fantasy
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| Red hair flashing under amber-colored lights
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| You pirouette too smoothly as you move around your ladies
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| And your fear of lonely nights
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| As you leap across the air
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| You’re so perfectly aware
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| Of your audience in rapt attention
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| As you hang suspended there
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| You do have a tender side
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| I can feel it, though you’ve always tried to hide
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| It from me
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| 'Cause you know that I’m one woman who’s strong enough to see you
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| As you’ve always been afraid to be
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| Dancing--everybody's dancing |