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Abba Abba Nina, Pretty Ballerina Every day in the morning on her way to the office You can see as she catches a train Just a face among a million faces Just another woman with no name Not the girl you'd remember but she's still something special If you knew her I am sure you'd agree 'Cause I know she's got a little secret Friday evening she turns out to be... Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor This is the moment she's waited for Just like Cinderella, just like Cinderella Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way This is the part that she likes to play But she knows the fun would go away If she would play it every day So she's back every morning to her work at the office And another week to live in a dream And another row of early mornings In an almost never-ending stream She don't talk very often, kind of shy and uncertain Everybody seems to think she's a bore But they wouldn't know her little secret What her Friday night would have in store... Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor This is the moment she's waited for Just like Cinderella, just like Cinderella Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way This is the part that she likes to play She would like to play it every day Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor This is the moment she's waited for Just like Cinderella, just like Cinderella Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way This is the part that she likes to play (fade) |
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