To Be a Ballerina

Sitting pretty Pro ballet dancer Wasn't a pretty as the dream She could've been par pop-star timbre But the dream is petty As is she Somehow it doesn't make her feel bad That the dream can never be had Though it's soon to fade away It never deserts the view She'd never give it a second thought If not for you She'd never give it a second thought It's not for you Place yourself in The pointed shoes Feel the blood as Knuckles bruise The dream obscured Choosing the wrong moves The pirouette is sloppy From no use Somehow it doesn't make her feel bad That the dream can never be had Though it's soon to fade away It never deserts the view Pirouette Perfectly formed Homesick she's grown She's needing the norm