Pretty Ballerina

I had a date with a pretty ballerina Her hair so brilliant that it hurtin' my eyes I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me Was I surprised? Yeah Was I surprised? No, not at all I called her yesterday, it should have been tomorrow I could not keep this joy that was inside I beg for her to tell me if she really loved me Somewhere, a mountain is moving I'm afraid it's moving without me I had a date with a pretty ballerina Her hair so brilliant that it hurtin' my eyes I asked for this dance and then she obliged me Was I surprised? Yeah Was I surprised? No, not at all And when I wake on the dreary Sunday morning I open up my eyes to find there's rain And something strange within says go ahead and find her Just close your eyes, yeah Just close your eyes and she'll be there She'll be there She'll be there