Once upon a time
I used to watch her dance
My plastic ballerina
With her cute pink and plastic dress
As I spilled out my world to her
She twirled round and round for me
To the same notes repeating
To the same drama girl
Never once (I must confess)
Did I stop to ask
If she preferred to be closed up tight
Then listen to my tears fill the night
My plastic ballerina
These days have become years
And as you collect dust in your gears
That music keeps on playing
It grates on my ears
So I’ll close the lock now
And put you finally to sleep
In your pink and plastic coffin
You may perhaps be free
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well i was more of a little boy with my tonka trucks and such,
but i did have a ballerina jewelry box
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"He who approaches the temple of the Muses without inspiration in the belief craftsmenship alone suffices will remain a bungler and his presumptuous poetry will be obscured by the songs of the maniacs." -Plato
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