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Painted wooden box on
her dresser,
The lady is out of sight;
Turning the key to caress her,
She's changing my day into night.
Lifting the lid of her soul,
Her sweet love song begins to play;
Gazing at the little ballerina,
She's dancing my pain away.
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So twirl for me, ballet dancer,
Spinning round and round in time;
Does anybody know you're a daytime
romancer?
Does anybody know you are mine?
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Felt lined corners of her heart,
Filled with trinkets and gold;
My love's carefully protected,
Locked in the folds of her soul.
Gently bending down to touch her,
She moves so gracefully in place;
Standing on her tip toes to reach
me,
she's brushing the tears from my
face.
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So twirl for me ballet dancer,
Spinning round and round in time;
Does anybody know you're a daytime
romancer?
Does anybody know you are mine?
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