She worked at a ***** ballroom, dancing for 10 cents a dance
Barely enough to eat and pay her rent, in a rundown, seedy hotel room
So young, so alone, raised by no one but herself
Oh, she had parents, but they didn’t see her, didn’t know or love her
She married the first guy who came along, just to get away from a loveless home

But he abused her ~ he used her, then left her all alone
Twenty two years old…
alone with two small children to raise by herself
She needed someone…
Someone who would hold her  ~ touch her tenderly with his heart
Someone to love her  ~ love her children

Her brown eyes wishing ~
hoping to see love in a stranger’s face
Dancing for 10 cents a dance under shimmering ballroom lights
Swaying to and fro, through dream filled hopes
With her eyes closed, she pretended as she danced…
That he might be the one to save her ~ love her

When the music played she was in another world
Wishing he’d sweep her off her feet, take her away
So she could live like a lady...
and die like a flowering rose when her last petals fall ~
in the arms of one she imagined would be hers ~ once and for all
Someone to whisper velvet words of comfort...
as their eyes met and their feet grazed the ballroom floor

Under the melodic grace of the violins, she pretended…
Hoping to find her hero ~ someone who’d give her a chance
Just…for 10 cents a dance