[ Featuring Mara Davi, Alisan Porter ]
Daddy always thought that he married beneath him
That's what he said, that's what he said
When he proposed he informed my mother
He was probably her very last chance
And though she was twenty-two
Though she was twenty-two
Though she was twenty-two
She married him
Life with my dad wasn't ever a picnic
More like a "come as you are"
When I was five I remember my mother
Dug earrings out of the car
I knew they weren't hers, but it wasn't
Something you'd want to discuss
He wasn't warm
Well, not to her
Well, not to us
But everything was beautiful at the ballet
Graceful men lift lovely girls in white
Yes,everything was beautiful at ballet
Hey! I was happy
At the ballet
That's when I started class
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
To the voice like a metronome
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
But it was home
Mother always said I'd be very attractive
When I grew up, when I grew up
"Diff'rent," she said, "With a special something
And a very, very personal flair."
And though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
I hated her
Now, "different" is nice, but it sure isn't pretty
"Pretty" is what it's about
I never met anyone who was "different"
Who couldn't figure that out
So beautiful I'd never lived to see
But it was clear
If not to her
Well, then, to me
That everyone is beautiful at the ballet
Every prince has got to have his swan
Yes, everyone is beautiful at the ballet
Hey
I was pretty
At the ballet
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
To the voice like a metronome
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
But it was home
I don't know what they were for or against, really, except each other
I mean, I was born to save their marriage
But when my father came to pick my mother up at the hospital. he said
"Well, I thought this was going to help, but I guess it's not"
Anyway, I did have a fantastic fantasy life
I used to dance around the living room with my arms up like this
My fantasy was that it was an Indian Chief
And he'd say to me, "Maggie, do you wanna dance?"
And I'd say, "Daddy, I would love to dance"
But it was clear
When he proposed
That I was born to help their marriage and when
That's what he said
That's what she said
I used to dance around the living room
He wasn't warm
Not to her
It was an Indian chief and he'd say
"Maggie, do you wanna dance?"
And I said, "Daddy, I would love to"
Everything was beautiful at the ballet
Raise your arms and someone's always there
Yes, everything was beautiful at the ballet
At the ballet
At the ballet
Yes, everything was beautiful at the ballet
Hey
I was pretty
I was happy
"I would love to"
At the ballet
