Dance, ballerina, dance,
And do your pirouette
In rhythm with your aching heart.
Dance, ballerina, dance,

You mustn't once forget
A dancer has to dance the part.
Whirl, ballerina, whirl,
And just ignore the chair

That's empty in the second row.
This is your moment, girl,
Although he's not out there
Applauding as you steal the show.

Once you said
His love must wait its turn.
You wanted fame instead;
I guess that's your concern;

We live and learn.
And love is gone, ballerina, gone,
So on with your career;
You can't 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.

Copyright: MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Writer(s): Bob Russell, Carl Sigman