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lisa used to love to dance, ever since she was ten years old  her bare feet raisin dust on a yard where the grass wouldn't grow  slowy spinnin round and round, to the music playin in her head  late at night it could almost drown out the whiskey on her old man's breath  thte wreckin' yards and dingy bars and abandoned factories  but down among the jagged souls a ballerina sways unseen   hard edges hide a tender heart  silent as a midnight prayer  hard edges hide the sweetest part  till you'd never know its there   lisa's in a club downtown where the neon burns till dawn  she calls herself tina now but she dances to the same old songs  slowly spinnin round and round in the smoke and the smell of rye  she takes off all her clothes so they dont see down in her eyes  the scarlet rouge and blue tattoos are only painted on  but underneath the dark drumbeat a ballerina dances on   hard edges hide a tender heart  silent as a midnight prayer  hard edges hide the sweetest part  till you never know its there From Letras Mania