Young Anymore

She's a ballerina She rises with the sun Puts her leotard on Does her exercise Her mama waits outside Smoking cigarettes in the car And wishing on a star And concocting alibis Me I drift by A cop casts suspicious eyes But I'm only thinking of A blond ballerina age nine And I am her daddy And I'm a cold-hearted man All my friends are behind closed doors And I watch the little girls As they traverse across the floor And I'm thinking This time maybe I ain't that young anymore The wind from the freeway Is blowing her hair She tied it back with a string The hot desert sun comes down like a brick She rubs a little lotion in A truck flew by The driver gave a sexy eye But she didn't notice She was only thinking about a blond Ballerina age nine And I am her daddy And I'm a cold-hearted man All my friends are behind closed doors And I watch the little girls As they traverse the floor And I'm thinking this time Maybe I ain't all that young anymore