I realized I'm wasting time Rememb'rin' days when you were mine At seventeen you could't know you should't break a heart and go without a single glance behind. It was a strange and lonely place The crowd all dressed in silk and lace A thousand ladies danced in style I saw a long forgotten smile A half-remembered angles face She was my lovely ballerina
Yes she was you know she was My ballerina ballerina
Yes she was you know she was I tried to find you in the crowd I heard them call your name out loud The mandolines played our refrain My broken heart recalled again
When you were young and I was proud. And once again I'm wasting time Rememb'rin' days when you were mine . . . She was my lovely ballerina . . .