Lyrics:

Every day in the morning on her way to the office
You can see as she catches a train
Just a face among a million faces
Just another woman with no name
Not the girl youd remember but shes still something special
If you knew her I am sure youd agree
Cause I know shes got a little secret
Friday evening she turns out to be...

Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor
This is the moment shes waited for
Just like Cinderella, just like Cinderella
Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way
This is the part that she likes to play
But she knows the fun would go away
If she would play it every day

So shes back every morning to her work at the office
And another week to live in a dream
And another row of early mornings
In an almost never-ending stream
She dont talk very often, kind of shy and uncertain
Everybody seems to think shes a bore
But they wouldnt know her little secret
What her Friday night would have in store...

Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor
This is the moment shes waited for
Just like Cinderella, just like Cinderella
Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way
This is the part that she likes to play
She would like to play it every day

Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor
This is the moment shes waited for
Just like Cinderella, just like Cinderella
Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way
This is the part that she likes to play

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