Tytuł: Nina, Pretty Ballerina

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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
  Doesn'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
  
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