Pretty Ballerina

I had a date with a pretty ballerina Her hair was so brilliant that it hurt 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 couldn't keep the joy that was inside I begged for her to tell me if she really loved me Somewhere a mountain is moving, afraid it's moving without me I had a date with a pretty ballerina Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me Was I surprised? Yeah, was I surprised? No not at all And when I wake up on a dreary Sunday morning I open up my eyes to find there's rain And something strange within said 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 She'll be there, she'll be there She's there, she's there Ah, she's there, ah, she's there