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