| She’s a ballerina
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| She dances circles around me
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| She tells me what I want to hear
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| But I’m just never satisfied
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| I live with a ballerina
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| I live with a ballerina
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| Those constant moves, she never stops, she never stops
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| It’s making me nervous, taunting me on tippy toes
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| When will my transformation come?
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| Those constant moves, she never stops, she never stops
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| I sit under rain gathering the courage
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| To do what my mind tells me
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| (But I’ll just lay around)
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| I’ve become a joke, a disrespectful being
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| That’s been handed all he’s
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| All he’s ever wanted but can’t find satisfaction
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| What more could anyone ask for
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| But a smiling blur
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| A perfect human being?
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| Those constant moves, she never stops, she never
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| I sit under rain gathering the courage
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| To do what my mind tells me
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| (But I’ll just lay around)
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| I’ve become a joke, a disrespectful being
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| She’s a ballerina
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| She dances circles around me
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| She tells me what I want to hear
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| But I’m just never satisfied
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| Making her way through my body
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| She’s a ballerina
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| Dancing around my head
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| She tells me what I want to hear
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| But nothing ever satisfies
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| She tells me what I want to hear
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| She tells me what I want to hear
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| She tells me what I wa--… |