Oh Pretty Ballerina
Oh pretty ballerina with a bow in your hair
How i envy your movements so graceful and beautiful
How i long for your lean figure and fragile frame
Oh pretty ballerina with a bow in your hair
How i envy the way the world spins around you
Yet you don't fall like the rest
How i long for your balance
That keeps you so poised
Oh pretty ballerina with a bow in your hair
How i envy your slippers
That gleam in the lights
How i long for the dresses
That shimmer with every glide you do
Oh pretty ballerina with a bow in your hair
How i envy your perfection
How i long for your adoration
poem by Korey Buffo
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The monk with long pretty hair
I love this life,
Sworn to serve the poor,
My body honed to perfection,
With the life style,
The material skill,
The difficult chores,
And the blessing our the lord Buddha,
I will always honor him,
For he gave me the greatest gift of all,
My long pretty hair.
The others start to object,
Claiming my head needs shaving,
There just jealous,
I wear the orange robe,
What more do they want?
I’m always on time,
The best in my class,
I bet that’s why they hate me,
Because who could hate,
My long pretty hair.
Everyday I realise,
My hair is all I care for,
I made my excuses,
I need to be clean,
Because cleanliness is holiness,
Suddenly there’s not enough hours in the day,
I cut the training,
And fall behind on my chores,
To stare at perfection in the mirror,
My long pretty hair.
The Masters are angry at me preaching,
That my hair sets me apart,
As indeed it does,
I see the jealousy in every eye,
They hate me because I'm perfect,
Why should I shave my head?
Am I not the universe’s chosen?
Above all the others,
So what if I’m the better with,
My long pretty hair.
I’m banished from my home,
But that’s ok,
They left me a mirror,
Which I stare into all day,
I found my true love,
Better than my old life,
Helping and healing and fighting,
I rebel against my order,
Despite all I lose I still have,
My long pretty hair.
On the execution block I stand,
In all my glory,
They took my mirror away,
And dared to touch my hair,
Who can blame me for hurting them?
They deserved it,
And now I stand,
Proud and tall,
With my hair flowing free,
Caressed by the breeze
My long pretty hair.
And I now hang by the gate,
By my long pretty hair,
Final glory for everyone to see.
My long pretty hair.
poem by David Whittingham
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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 youd remember but shes still something special
If you knew her I am sure youd agree
cause I know shes 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 shes 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 shes 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
Doesnt talk very often, kind of shy and uncertain
Everybody seems to think shes a bore
But they wouldnt 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 shes 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 shes 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)
song performed by by ABBA
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Silently She's Combing
Silently she's combing,
Combing her long hair
Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air.
The sun is in the willow leaves
And on the dappled grass,
And still she's combing her long hair
Before the looking-glass.
I pray you, cease to comb out,
Comb out your long hair,
For I have heard of witchery
Under a pretty air,
That makes as one thing to the lover
Staying and going hence,
All fair, with many a pretty air
And many a negligence.
poem by James Joyce
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Pretty Flamingo
On our block all of the guys call her flamingo
Cause her hair glows like the sun
And her eyes can light the skies
When she walks she moves so fine like a flamingo
Crimson dress that clings so tight
She's out of reach and out of sight
When she walks by she brightens up the neighborhood
Oh every guy would make her his if he just could
If she just would
Some sweet day I'll make her mine pretty flamingo
Then every guy will envy me
Cause paradise is where I'll be
Pretty flamingo pretty flamingo
When she walks by she brightens up the neighborhood
Oh every guy would make her his if he just could
If she just would
Some sweet day I'll make her mine pretty flamingo
Then every guy will envy me
Cause paradise is where I'll be
(repeating "sha la la la la la la la pretty flamingo")
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Clair De Lune / Ballerina
(Dennis DeYoung)
It seems you finally had to choose
I guess there was no other way
Between my love and satin shoes
I knew the words you'd have to say
It all began so long ago
That the memory's hardly clear
But when I seen you dance I know
Half your love I'll always share
Ballerina when you dance there's music
Colored lights illuminate your movement
Crowded halls anticipate your gentle smile
Ballerina from the first I knew that
You would always have to dance I knew that
There would surely come a day when you would go
Baby I know...
Dance for me, I beg of you, dance for me
Dance for me, ballerina, dance for me
Ballerina when you dance there's music
Colored lights illuminate your movement
Crowded halls anticipate your gentle smile
song performed by by Styx
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Ballerina
Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
It seems you finally had to choose
I guess there was no other way
Between my love and satin shoes
I knew the words youd have to say
It all began so long ago
That the memorys hardly clear
But when I seen you dance I know
Half your love Ill always share
Ballerina when you dance theres music
Colored lights illuminate your movement
Crowded halls anticipate your gentle smile
Ballerina from the first I knew that
You would always have to dance I knew that
There would surely come a day when you would go
Baby I know...
Dance for me, I beg of you, dance for me
Dance for me, ballerina, dance for me
Ballerina when you dance theres music
Colored lights illuminate your movement
Crowded halls anticipate your gentle smile
song performed by by Styx
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Ballerina
Spread your wings
Come on fly awhile
Straight to my arms
Little angel child
You know you only
Lonely twenty-two story block
And if somebody, not just anybody
Wanted to get close to you
For instance, me, baby
All you gotta do
Is ring a bell
Step right up, step right up
And step right up
Ballerina
Crowd will catch you
Fly it, sigh it, try it
Well, I may be wrong
But something deep in my heart tells me Im right and I dont think so
You know I saw the writing on the wall
When you came up to me
Child, you were heading for a fall
But if it gets to you
And you feel like you just cant go on
All you gotta do
Is ring a bell
Step right up, and step right up
And step right up
Just like a ballerina
Stepping lightly
Alright, well its getting late
Yes it is, yes it is
And this time I forget to slip into your slumber
The light is on the left side of your head
And Im standing in your doorway
And Im mumbling and I cant remember the last thing that ran through my head
Here come the man and he say, he say the show must go on
So all you gotta do
Is ring the bell
And step right up, and step right up
And step right up
Just like a ballerina, yeah, yeah
Crowd will catch you
Fly it, sight it, cmon, die it, yeah
Just like a ballerina
Just like a just like a just like a ballerina
Get on up, get on up, keep a-moving on, little bit higher, baby
You know, you know, you know, get up baby
Alright, a-keep on, a-keep on, a-keep on, a-keep on pushing
Stepping lightly
Just like a ballerina
Ooo-we baby, take off your shoes
Working on
Just like a ballerina
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Dance, Ballerina, Dance
(bob russell, carl sigman)
Dance, ballerina, dance
And do your pirouette in rhythm with your achin heart.
Dance, ballerina, dance
You mustnt once forget a dancer has to dance the part.
Whirl, ballerina, whirl
And just ignore the chair thats empty in the second row.
This is your moment, girl,
Although hes not out there applauding as you steal the show.
Once you said his love must wait its turn
You wanted fame instead.
I guess thats your concern,
We live and learn.
And love is gone, ballerina, gone
So on with your career, you cant afford a backward glance.
Dance on and on and on
A thousand people here have come to see the show
As round and round you go
So ballerina, dance
Dance, dance!
Whirl, ballerina!
Once you said his love must wait its turn,
You wanted fame instead.
I guess thats your concern,
We live and learn.
And love is gone, ballerina, gone
So on with your career, you cant afford a backward glance
Dance on and on and on
A thousand people here have come to see the show
As round and round you go
So ballerina, dance!
Dance!
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Pretty Flamingo
(mark barken)
All around all of the guys call her flamingo
cause her hair glows like the sun
And her eyes light up the sky
When she walks by
She moves so fine like a flamingo
Crimson dress that clings so tight
Shes out of reach and out of sight
When she walks by
She brightens up the neighborhood
And every guy would take her hand
If he just could, if she just would
Some sweet day
Ill make her mine, pretty flamingo
And every guy will envy me
Cause paradise is where Ill be
When she walks by
She brightens up the neighborhood
And every guy would take her hand
If he just could, if she just would
Some sweet day
Ill make her mine, pretty flamingo
And every guy will envy me
Cause paradise is where Ill be
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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When I grow up I am going to be a ballerina. I will be in Giselle. It will be so much fun being a ballerina.
quote by Karen Kain
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I DON'T ENVY WOMEN 2...by talile ali
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE STUFF THEY HAVE TO GO THRU
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
HOW COULD REALITY BE SO CRUEL
I GOT A FRIEND
CUTE AS HELL
I'LL LOVE HER TILL THE BITTER END
BEEN RAPED SO MUCH
LOOKED TO GOOD TO TOUCH
MESSED UP PRICE FOR A PRETTY FACE, MY FRIEND
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE SHIT THEY HAVE TO GO THRU HURTS SO MUCH
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
HOW COULD REALITY BE SO CRUEL AND TRUE
I HAVE ANOTHER FRIEND
ALL OVER THE PLACE
AS IF SHE LOST HER MIND
WITH HEAVY FLOWS
AND HORMONE WOES
IT'S A MIRACLE SHE'S NOT DYIN
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE STUFF THEY GO THRU BECAUSE WE JUST DON'T
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE BRAINLESS CRUELTY JUST SIMPLY WON'T
THESE GIRLS I KNOW
THEY ALL OWN MY HEART
TO KNOW SUCH GREAT DESPAIR IS BEYOND JUST FAIR
NEVER KNOWING
A MOMENTS PEACE
AND UNTROUBLED LOVE THAT THEY CAN NEVER SHARE
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
THE STUFF THEY ALL HAVE TO GO THRU
I DON'T ENVY WOMEN
NO I DON'T
HOW COULD THEIR LIFE BE SO CRUEL
poem by Talile Ali
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Want More Hair?
I'd love
I think
more hair
more hair
like a big
old grizzly bear
more hair makes
you manly
more hair
makes you tough
more hair feels
like carpet
more hair keeps
you rough
more hair
for pretty ladies
to rub their faces on
more hair for
guys to jealous of
and more locks that can
be flung
I think more hair would be awesome
but I wouldn't wanna overdo it
because too much hair would make
me like a little furry blanket
and I couldn't cover both of us
just you and that ain't fair
more hair!
poem by John W. McEwers
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Tin Heart
Twenty five soldier boys standing in a line
Twenty five army toys made out of tin
But the last one was broken
Unfinished
Missing a leg
And he stood the straightest
Of them all
His line stood straight
Eyes facing forward
But our one legged soldier
Looked toward the doll house
She was a ballerina
He was a soldier boy
And he loved her
At night the toys come out to play
But our steadfast little soldier
Just longed for the ballerina
Out popped the Jack-in-the-box
Who mocked and scoffed
Why would the beautiful ballerina
Pick a broken soldier?
Any fool could see that Jack wanted her too
But the soldier just ignored him
The next day came
And the little boy set the soldier on the windowsill
But by terrible luck
Or maybe it was Jack
The window blew open and down the steadfast little soldier fell
All the way down
Some boys picked him up and made a boat
Out of paper
And sent him sailing down the Thames
Our steadfast tin soldier stood steady at the wheel
But he wished for the ballerina to stay his trembling heart
Through rapids and down waterfalls
He tumbled
Still standing steadfast at the helm
But the boat was made of paper
And eventually the soggy bottom tore
And down little soldier fell
Once more
But at the bottom of the river
A big fish swallowed him whole
And the tin soldier was trapped in the darkness of a ribcage
For a long
Long
Time
Then mama cut open the fish she was cooking up for dinner
And there was our steadfast little toy
She just smiled and put him above the hearth
And he was happy to be home
For he could see the ballerina once more
But the Jack-in-the-box leered with anger
And maybe it was him
Or maybe just a stray gust of wind
But the soldier fell from the mantle
And into the flames
The wind caught the ballerina too and she joined him in the coals
And in the morning
When mama swept out the hearth
All that was left of the soldier and the ballerina's love
Was a heart
Made out of tin
**Inspired by The Steadfast Tin Soldier by Hans Christen Andersen
poem by Tsunami HiroshiSu
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Slice Of Your Pie
Tattoo crawlin down her leg, so sexy
So young...ever get caught, theyll arrest me
School girl, studied up well on hoochie coochie
Lick lips, kitten with a whip so undress me, undress me
(chorus)
Hey, pretty pretty
With the sweet sweet eyes order me up another
Slice of your pie
Whiplash, I never looked at you in high school
Hot child, always walk behind you for the rear view, rear view
Good god, baby, baby blow my fuse when you walk this way
Nineteen, seductive ballerina, so trashy, trashy
(chorus)
Hey pretty pretty from across the room
Got something sticky sweet for you
Order me up another slice of you
Slice of you, yeah
(solo)
Hey pretty pretty from across the room
Got something sticky sweet for you (slice of my pie)
Hey pretty pretty with the sweet sweet eyes
Im guaranteed to satisy
Just one wish before I die...
Order me up another slice of your pie
Pretty, pretty
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Ballerina
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 18 in 1957
-previously charted in 1947 by vaughn monroe (#1)
-previously charted in 1948 by buddy clark (#5); bing crosby (#10); and jimmy
-dorsey (also #10)
-words and music by bob russell and carl sigman
Dance, ballerina, dance
And do your pirouette in rhythm with your achin heart
Dance, ballerina, dance
You mustnt once forget a dancer has to dance the part
Whirl, ballerina, whirl
And just ignore the chair thats empty in the second row
This is your moment, girl
Although hes not out there applauding as you steal the show
Once you said his love must wait its turn
You wanted fame instead
I guess thats your concern
We live and learn
And love is gone, ballerina, gone
So on with your career, you cant afford a backward glance
Dance on and on and on
A thousand people here have come to see the show
As round and round you go
So ballerina, dance
Dance, dance!
Whirl ballerina
Once you said his love must wait its turn
You wanted fame instead
I guess thats your concern
We live and learn
And love is gone, ballerina, gone
So on with your career, you cant afford a backward glance
Dance on and on and on
A thousand people here have come to see the show
As round and round you go
So ballerina, dance
Dance
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Pretty Girls
Here she comes just a-walk just just a-walkin down the street
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
I took a walk round the market down town
Taking it easy just to see what I could find
I found the girls there, long legs and blond hair
All getting set to make a mess out of my mind
Hey! eyes left!
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
I got my heart burnt, you know where I hurt
They say the miniskirt is coming back in style
I say its not fair but what do they care
When youve got power then you use it for a while
Hey! eyes right!
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
God, if youre up there, listen to my prayer
In future man should have a different design
Give him a switch so he can turn off his libido now
Give him a tranquilizer built into his mind
Hey! eyes right!
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Dont talk to me about womens liberation
They already got their right just where it hurts
Now here she comes just a-walk just a-walkin down the street
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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I Envy Nothing But One
I don’t envy the angels with wings who can fly
I’ve been soaring in the beautiful sky of your love
I don’t envy the beauty of the rainbow
You’ve made me the most beautiful woman in your love
I don’t envy the freedom of the dolphins swimming in the ocean
I’ve been swimming in the ocean of your loving eyes
I don’t envy Shakespeare for his love poems
I’ve become the greatest poet since I met you
I don’t envy Romeo’s faith to Juliet
You’ve never turned your heart from me, not even once
I don’t envy the softness of the dew the morning has
You’ve been kissing me gently with your tender lips
I don’t envy Monalisa’s wonderful smile Leonardo has
I’ve got one of mine on your face
I don’t envy the sweet sound a harp has
I’ve got a sweeter one when you whisper in my ears
I envy nothing but one
The way you love and make me feel this way
poem by Santi Dewi Sihombing
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Lets Go!
(oh na, na, na)
She hosts a t.v. show--she rides the rodeo
She plays the bass in a band
Shes an astronaut--
A valet at the parking lot
A farmer working the land
She is a champion--she gets the gold
Shes a ballerina--the star of the show
[chorus:]
Shes--not--just a pretty face
Shes--got--everything it takes
She has a fashion line--
A journalist for time
Coaches a football team
Shes a geologist--a romance novelist
She is a mother of three
She is a soldier--she is a wife
She is a surgeon--shell save your life
[chorus:]
Shes--not--just a pretty face
Shes--got--everything it takes
Shes--mother--of the human race
Shes--not--just a pretty face
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh na, na, na, na.....
She is your waitress--she is your judge--
She is your teacher
She is every woman in the world
Oh, la, la, la
She flies an airplane--
She dirve a subway train
At night she pumps gasoline
Shes on the council--shes on the board
Shes a politician--she praises the lord
[repeat second chorus]
No, shes (shes) not (not)--
Just a pretty face
Shes (shes) got (got)--everything it takes
Shes--not--just a pretty face
Shes got everything it takes
Shes not just a pretty face
song performed by by Shania Twain
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Tiny Dancer
Blue jean baby, l.a. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, youll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now shes in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for god
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, l.a. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, youll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now shes in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Pretty Lil' Princess
A pretty little princess danced before my eyes
Soon we shared these loving longing sighs
Skin so fair i feared it would shatter
If my hand were to touch it with just a soft patter
Long silky black hair bright rosy cheeks
I drempt of her each night for weeks and weeks
Skin so fair, such ebony hair
I longed to see her pose so i could sit and stare
Rosy red rosy cheeks
I hear a symphony when she speaks
Golden smile of pearly white teeth
A blossoming bloom just out of reach
My heart to hold my soul to teach
A blossoming bloom is not out of reach
At last I have held her and she did not melt
At last she knows what passion i've felt
So many days her radiant beauty shined
So many days on thoughts of her i've dined
A radiant beauty with ebony hair
I long to pose her and sit and stare
I long to kiss her skin so fair
This radiant beauty with ebony hair
Pretty little princess stands on her tiptoes
kissed my face and kissed my nose
Pretty little princess alights up off the ground
I know for a while i must have you around
poem by Beau Golden
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