When I was 18 I met a dancer
When she walked the spotlight followed her steps
She would twist and turn for the roar of the crowd
Her toes pointed her arms raised
She moves front and back side to side on the stage
She leaped and curtseyed and smiled and laughed
She packed her bags backstage and left
Saying goodbye she smiled once more
This time without a wild roar
I saw her crying on a city street
While I was walking home from the show
Her toes were Crimson
Her knees black and blue
In the silence of the night I helped her off the ground
She told me never sell yourself to the roar of the crowd
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
When I was 18 I met a dancer
When she walked the spotlight followed her steps
She would twist and turn for the roar of the crowd
Her toes pointed her arms raised
She moves front and back side to side on the stage
She leaped and curtseyed and smiled and laughed
She packed her bags backstage and left
Saying goodbye she smiled once more
This time without a wild roar
I saw her crying on a city street
While I was walking home from the show
Her toes were Crimson
Her knees black and blue
In the silence of the night I helped her off the ground
She told me never sell yourself to the roar of the crowd
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