NIGHT DANCER
Like a doll on a shelf, staring off in the distance,
without any promise, without any past.
She paints up her face, with dogged insistence,
combs out her hair, and thickens her lash.
Chorus
Like a doll on a shelf, in the life of a child,
waiting for kisses, and laughter, and dreams.
She'll dance tonight, both graceful and wild,
like a wind-up toy, in a toy-shop scene.
Then back to the shelf, feeling empty and lone.
She can't remember a different time.
Like a prop in her room; like the T V and phone,
cold and unfeeling, living a lie.
She can only surrender, sadly resigned,
to a life on the shelf - and wondering why.
Chorus
Like a doll on a shelf, in the life of a child,
waiting for kisses, and laughter, and dreams.
She'll dance tomorrow, both graceful and wild,
like a wind-up toy, in a toy-shop scene.
( © 2001 - "Future Folk" Music - Betty Curtis )
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