| You didn’t grow up to be a ballerina
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| But you do a great song and dance
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| Mamma used to rock you with a concertina
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| To the tune of a rock 'n' roll band
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| You were such a little lady
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| A pretty little baby
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| Had the look that could undo a full grown man
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| You didn’t grow up to be a ballerina
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| But you do a great song and dance
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| You never went further than that first tondu
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| But your smile sure made 'em rave
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| I’ll bet you made your mom and daddy proud of you
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| When that float drove by and you waved
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| You were everybody’s dream
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| A cutie beauty queen
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| Destined for a life of romance
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| You didn’t grow up to be a ballerina
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| But you do a great song and dance
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| Put on your tutu
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| Do a great song and dance
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| Oh yeah you do do
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| Do a great song and dance
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| Well you made the grades in every class at school
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| It must’ve been your natural charm
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| When it was hot outside you always could stay cool
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| With that boy in your eye and the one in your arms
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| Never mind the arabesque
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| You do what you did best
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| Come on we’re gonna give the girl a hand
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| Ah, you didn’t grow up to be a ballerina
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| But you do a great song and dance
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| Put on your tutu
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| Do a great song and dance
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| Oh yeah you do do
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| Do a great song and dance |