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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeNina, Pretty Ballerina
Every day in the morning on her way to the officeYou can see her as she catches a trainJust a face among a million facesJust another woman with no nameNot the girl you'd remember but she's still something specialIf you knew her I am sure you'd agreeBecause I know she's got a little secretFriday evening she turns out to beNina, pretty ballerinaNow she is the queen of the dancing floorThis is the moment she's waited forJust like Cinderella (Just like Cinderella)Nina, pretty ballerinaWho'd ever think she could be this way?This is the part that she likes to playBut she knows the fun would go awayIf she would play it every daySo she's back every morning to her work at the officeAnd another week to live in a dreamAnd another row of early morningsIn an almost never-ending streamDoesn't talk very often, kind of shy and uncertainEverybody seems to think she's a boreBut they wouldn't know her little secretWhat her Friday night would have in storeNina, pretty ballerinaNow she is the queen of the dancing floorThis is the moment she's waited forJust like Cinderella (Just like Cinderella)Nina, pretty ballerinaWho'd ever think she could be this way?This is the part that she likes to playShe would like to play it every dayNina, pretty ballerinaNow she is the queen of the dancing floorThis is the moment she's waited forJust like Cinderella (Just like Cinderella)Nina, pretty ballerinaWho'd ever think she could be this way?This is the part that she likes to play...
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