A ballerina walks down the street
She says, "Why is he soft in the middle now?
Why is he soft in the middle?
The rest of his life is so hard
She needs a photo opportunity
She wants a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon dance off"
Ballerina dancer, ballerina dancer
Jealousy in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Ms. Tutu, Tutu
Get these jealous ballerina dancers away from me
She knows he doesn't create this stuff
As inventions anymore

If she'll be his ballerina
He can be her long-lost inventor
He can call her Félicie
And Victor, when he call her
He can call her Félicie

A ballerina dancer walks down the street
She says, "Why is he short of attention?
Got a short little span of attention
And, woe his nights are so long
Where's his girlfriend and family?
What if he dies here?
Who'll be his ballerina
Now that his ballerina is
Gone gone?"
He ducked back down the alley
With some skinny little red haired girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If she'll be his ballerina
He can be her long-lost inventor
She can call him Victor
And Victor, when he call her
He can call her Félicie
Call her Félicie

A ballerina walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the third world
Maybe it's her first time around
She does speak the language
She holds no currency
She is a foreign ballerina
She is surrounded by the sound, the sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Dance schools and orphanages

She looks around, around
She sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in her tutu
She says, "Amen!" and "Hallelujah!"

If she'll be his ballerina
I can be her long-lost inventor
I can call him Victor
And Victor, when he call her
He can call her Félicie
Call her

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If she'll be his ballerina
He can call her Félicie

If she'll be his ballerina
He can call her Félicie

If she'll be his ballerina ...