| BALLAD
OF THE MIDNIGHT BALLERINA
by Pistol Pete Midtgard
All
above, in an undressing room – crying
With a Kansas City bankroll in her hand,
She’s a troubled girl,
Wondering how her perfect world got so confused.
She had it all – Beautiful,
And all the boys just crumbled at her feet.
She was popular,
Now she’s in the center ring of the circus
of the flesh.
Chorus:
There she goes, on parade again,
In a place where souls are bought and sold by
men with no regret.
She dances on, with no shame again,
Her alibi is money, but the money won’t
ever see the light of day.
She told herself, lying,
That she’d save up for school, but she’s
still here.
It’s a lonely life, trying,
To get out as the months turn into years.
And daddy’s girl, ain’t daddy’s
girl no more,
‘cause he just can’t understand that
he’s not the blame.
Is anyone to blame?
Well, it’s academic now as another broken
spirit takes the stage.
(Chorus)
Copyright
and Publishing 1999 Adequate Music A.S.C.A.P.
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