Beverly

Beverly packs her lunch pail silently In the light of the dawn's gray gloom In her lonely room Beverly works all day at the factory On her feet from five to nine On the a*sembly line Beverly drifts away into a reverie Dreaming of the girl she used to be When her heart was alive And there were nights When Beverly would go out dancing The stars lit up the Latin sky Her eyes would flash, her feet would fly Across the ballroom floor En una linda noche nosotros bailamos Dancamos hasta no ver mas las estrellas Un gran amor - esto fue el pasado Beverly goes about her way so quietly And though she cries a little bit No one seems to notice it Hmmm, mmm, mmm