Nina, 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 agree'Cause I know she's got a little secretFriday evening she turns out to be

Nina, pretty ballerinaNow she is the queen of the dancing floorThis is the moment she's waited forJust like Cinderella, just like CinderellaNina, pretty ballerinaWho would 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 day

So 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 store