Dancer with Bruised Knees

When I first knew her she was a dancer She'd leap (confidently) Knowing that should she fall It would be into the arms of her partner She never failed to get a curtain call For years we had been one with the stars A Pas de Deux of reknown I'd leap and he'd catch me on the fly And gently he'd put me down The heights that I reached were dangerous And I saw my partner strain And felt when I had landed His strength was on the wane Back before my knees were blue Backs broke bending in a step for two For years we had been one with the stars A Pas de Deux of reknown I'd leap and he'd catch me on the fly But once I came crashing down Now I'm a weaver Wall-hangings if you please In everyone I feature A dancer with bruised knees Doop do.....