She Used To Wanna Be A Ballerina

She used to wanna be a ballerina She used to wanna be a paper swan She used to dance pretend for the Prince of England With her deerskin boots and her ballet makeup on She used to run among the forest branches Costumed in the feather and the leaves she'd find Practicing her pirouettes and prances Perfectly Pavlova in her prime La-dat-dat-dat, la-dat-dat-dat Oh look in your heart, see where she's at She used to wanna be a ballerina She settled for the satisfaction of her soul Rock and roll will never be Tchaikowsky But Tchaikowsky will never be rock and roll La-dat-dat-dat, la-dat-dat-dat Oh, look in your heart, see where she's at --- She Used to Wanna Be a Ballerina - Buffy Sainte-Marie