At The Ballet

Glee

No Balé

Ainda não temos a cifra desta música.

Daddy always thought that he married beneath him
That's what he said, that's what he said
When he proposed he informed my mother
It was probably her very last chance
And though she was twenty-two
Though she was twenty-two
Though she was twenty-two
She married him

Life with my dad wasn't ever a picnic
More like a "Come as you are,"
When I was five I remember my mother
Dug earrings out of the car
I knew that they weren't hers
But it wasn't something you'd wanna discuss
He wasn't warm
Well, not to her
Well, not to us

But everything was beautiful at the ballet
Graceful men lift lovely girls in white
Yes, everything was beautiful at the ballet
I was happy... at the ballet

That's when I started ballet class

Up a steep and very narrow stairway
To the voice like a metronome

Up a steep and very narrow stairway
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise
It wasn't paradise

But it was home

Mother always said I'd be very attractive
When I grew up, when I grew up
"Diff'rent," she said, "With a special something
And a very, very personal flair."
And though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
I hated her

Now, "Diff'rent" is nice, but it sure isn't pretty
"Pretty" is what it's about
I never met anyone who was "diff'rent"
Who couldn't figure that out
So beautiful I'd never lived to see
But it was clear
If not to her
Well, then to me

That (everyone is beautiful at the ballet.)
Every prince has got to have his swan
Yes, everyone is beautiful at the ballet. ( Hey...)
I was pretty
At the ballet

I was born to save their marriage
but when my father came to pick my mother up
at the hospital
he said, "Well, I thought this was going to help
but I guess not..."
A few months later he left and he never came back
Anyway, I had this fantastic fantasy life
I used to dance around the living room
with my arms up like this
And in my fantasy, there was an Indian Chief
And he would say to me
"Izzy, do you wanna dance?"
And I would say, "Daddy, I would love to dance!"

(Doo-doo-doo-doo)
But it was clear

(Doo-doo-doo)
When he proposed

(Doo-doo-doo)
That I was born to help their marriage and when
(Doo-doo-doo-doo)

That's what she said
(Doo-doo-doo)

That's what he said
(Doo-doo-doo)

I used to dance around the living roo
(Doo-doo-doo-doo)

He wasn't warm
(Doo-doo-doo)
Not to her

It was an Indian chief and he'd say
"Izzy, do you wanna dance?"
And I'd say, "Daddy, I would love to..."

Everything was beautiful at the ballet
Raise your arms and someone's always there

Yes, everything was beautiful at the ballet
The ballet
The ballet

Yes everything was beautiful at the ballet. ( Hey...)
I was pretty
I was happy
"I would love to..."

At...the...ballet

Papai sempre achou que ele se casou com uma inferior
Isso é o que ele disse, é o que ele disse
Quando ele pediu em casamento, ele informou à minha mãe que
Esta era provavelmente a sua última chance
E embora ela tivesse vinte e dois anos
Embora ela tivesse vinte e dois anos
Embora ela tivesse vinte e dois
Ela se casou com ele

A vida com meu pai nunca foi um piquenique
Era mais como um "come as you are"
Quando eu tinha cinco anos, eu lembro da minha mãe
Achar brincos no carro
Eu sabia que eles não eram dela
Mas isso não era algo que você desejaria discutir
Ele não era carinhoso
Bem, não com ela
Bem, não conosco

Mas tudo era lindo no balé
Homens graciosos levantam garotas adoráveis usando branco
Sim, tudo era lindo no balé
Eu era feliz... No balé

Isso foi quando eu comecei as aulas de balé

Até uma escada íngreme e muito estreita
A voz como metrônomo

Até uma escada íngreme e muito estreita
Não era o paraiso
Não era o paraiso
Não era o paraiso

Mas era o lar

Minha mãe sempre disse que eu ia ser muito atraente
Quando eu crescesse, quando eu crescesse
"Diferente", ela disse, "com algo especial"
E um gosto muito, muito pessoal."
E, embora eu tivesse oito ou nove anos
Embora eu tivesse oito ou nove anos
Embora eu tivesse oito ou nove anos
Eu a odiava

Agora, "diferente" é bom, mas com certeza não é bonito
"Bonito" é bonito
Eu nunca conheci ninguém que fosse "diferente"
Quem não conseguisse perceber isso
Tão lindo que eu nunca tinha vivido para ver
Mas ficou claro
Se não para ela
Bem, então para mim

Que todo mundo é bonito no balé
Todo príncipe tem que ter o seu cisne
Sim, todo mundo é bonito ao ballet
Eu era bonita
No balé

Eu nasci para salvar o casamento deles
Mas quando meu pai veio buscar minha mãe
No hospital
Ele disse, "bem, eu achei que isso iria ajudar"
"Mas eu acho que não vai..."
Alguns meses depois ele partiu e nunca mais voltou
De qualquer forma, eu tinha essa fantástica fantasia de vida
Eu costumava dançar na sala de estar
Com meus braços abertos tipo assim
E na minha fantasia, tinha um chefe indiano
E ele dizia para mim
"Izzy, você quer dançar?"
E eu dizia, "papai, eu adoraria dançar"