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Every day in the morning on her way to the office |
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You can see her as she catches a train |
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Just a face among a million faces |
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Just another woman with no name |
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Not the girl you'd remember, but she's still something special |
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If you knew her, I am sure you'd agree |
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'Cause I know she's got a little secret |
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Friday evening, she turns out to be |
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Nina, pretty ballerina |
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Now she is the queen of the dancing floor |
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This is the moment she's waited for |
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Just like Cinderella |
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(Just like Cinderella) |
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Nina, pretty ballerina |
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Who would ever think she could be this way |
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This is the part that she likes to play |
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But she knows the fun would go away |
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If she would play it every day |
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So she's back every morning to her work at the office |
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And another week to live in a dream |
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And another row of early mornings |
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In an almost never-ending stream |
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Doesn't talk very often, kind of shy and uncertain |
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Everybody seems to think she's a bore |
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But they wouldn't know her little secret |
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What her Friday night would have in store |
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Nina, pretty ballerina |
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Now she is the queen of the dancing floor |
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This is the moment she's waited for |
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Just like Cinderella |
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(Just like Cinderella) |
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Nina, pretty ballerina |
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Who would ever think she could be this way |
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This is the part that she likes to play |
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She would like to play it every day |
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Nina, pretty ballerina |
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Now she is the queen of the dancing floor |
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This is the moment she's waited for |
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Just like Cinderella |
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(Just like Cinderella) |
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Nina, pretty ballerina |
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Who would ever think she could be this way |
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This is the part that she likes to play |