Smoke - Ballet lyrics

Morning coffee, at a café on the promenade.

And i watch the kids walk by.

Then for a moment reality as we know it starts to fade

This tattoo of a buffalo on this young boy's back, it caught my eye

I let fantasy kick in

Now I place a tiara upon his head

And for a second, damned if i don't feel young again.

See the dance, watch him bleed in pirouette

He told me he had me in mind when he wrote this one-man show

It starts kind of slow

But soon the pace picks up and he starts to spin

Faster, faster, faster, faster, upon, upon his toes

Beauty and grace, like his, why

This must be a God given thing. I don't understand.

Oh I go ahead and let fantasy kick in.

I place a tiara on his pretty little head.

Then for a second, damned if I don't feel young again

See the dance, watch him bleed, in pirouette, in pirouette, in pirouette



He jumps up on the table

And bounces his leotard

His spread is so high

You know he's right there licking my face

Body stretched and spread

It makes me weep, it makes me hard

The white man smell so sweet

You can almost taste it



Reality's done, done. and he's done, walked away.

And my coffee done, got cold

I sit there and try to learn to love my new found appreciation for the ballet.

But real life still sucks, same old, same old.

Real life still sucks, same old.

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