Lyrics:

Words and music by Roddy FrameWhen you're the belle of the ballIt's hard to fallAnd sacrifice your status for a foolBut all your apparatus and your charmCan never cool the still, still watersOr warm the chilling airWhen you're the belle of the ballAnd your gown's a-shiningAnd your underlining all my thoughtsWhy give yourself to he who has the lot?I have something to declareSensing when to smileIt's like predicting miles...You'll never knowTo kiss and then caressCould crease your party dress...And spoil the showSo the belle of the ballWill bow to protocolMisfortune won't befall her she's the starShe'll glide into the nightBeneath her guiding lightShe'll suffer every slight and heed the callBut it's alright, it's alrightShe's the belle of the ball

Aztec Camera Belle Of The Ball