She used to want to be a ballerina She used to want to be a paper swan. She used to dance pretend for the prince of England With her deer-skin boots and her ballet makeup on
She used to run among the forest branches Costumed in the feathers and leaves she'd find Practicing her pirouettes and prances Perfectly Pavlova in her mind.
La dat dat dat, la dat dat dat, oh look in your heart see where she's at.
La dat dat dat, la dat dat dat, oh look in your heart see where she's at.
She used to want to be a ballerina She settled for the satisfaction of her soul. Rock and roll will never be Tchaikovsky But Tchaikovsky will never be rock and roll.
La dat dat dat, la dat dat dat, oh look in your heart see where she's at.
La dat dat dat, la dat dat dat, oh look in your heart see where she's at.