This Site I call Pink Ballet
She's a ballerina, gracefully refined
Her waist is slim, her flow is smooth
Her tender arms glide her through.
She loves to dance on a stage with a crowd
She moves the crowd and makes her mark.
She's a ballerina, in her prime
Endless hours, sleepless nights
Her daily routine too much to bear
Her body craves, her body cries.
She's a ballerina she rules the stage
Her every move, executed with precision
She stands on her toes and leaps up high
She makes her bow, a standing ovation.
But when the curtains close
And the crowd is gone
She feels the pain, she feels the hurt
She stares long, the diamonds on her shoes
She dries her tears and makes her wish
For deep inside she knows the truth.
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