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When you're the belle of the ball |
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It's hard to fall |
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And sacrifice your status for a fool |
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But all your apparatus and your charm |
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Can never cool the still, still waters |
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Or warm the chilling air |
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When you're the belle of the ball |
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And your gown's a-shining |
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And you're underlining all my thoughts |
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Why give yourself to he who has the lot? |
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I have something to declare |
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Sensing when to smile |
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It's like predicting miles |
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You'll never know |
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To kiss and then caress |
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Could crease your party dress |
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And spoil the show |
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So the belle of the ball |
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Will bow to protocol |
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Misfortune won't befall her |
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She's the star |
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She'll glide into the night |
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Beneath her guiding light |
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She'll suffer every slight and heed the call |
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But it's alright, it's alright |
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She's the belle of the ball |
