And do your pirouette in rhythm with your achin' heart
You mustn't once forget a dancer has to dance the part
And just ignore the chair that's empty in the second row
This is your moment, girl
Although he's not out there applauding as you steal the show
Once, you said his love must wait its turn
I guess that's your concern
And love is gone, ballerina, gone
So, on with your career; you can't afford a backward glance
A thousand people here have come to see the show
As 'round and 'round you go
Once, you said his love must wait its turn
I guess that's your concern