He stands so close to her
She's all that he sees
His baby he needs to protect
Held in the crook of his arm
The other fending everyone else off
But really, all you end up doing is
closing yourselves off
She'll dance ever so prettily in front of you
Though there's the only place she can shine
Enclosed in the ballerina-box
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