Sore Feet

There's a blister on my sister from too many Grande Jete And there's nothing I can do to make it go away With bandages applied, she looks so undignified It's a sad athlete who's got sore feet Chorus: Welcome to the club Don't think this is easy street We know how it feels But when the lights go down, the curtain comes up And the setting is complete. It's bittersweet, when we've got sore feet It's a crying change shame to see just how personalities Can change dramatically. When we've got sore feet It's the dance with pain, but they'd do it all again It's a love hate thing, when you're got (we've got)