Dancing

Behold a lady, a beautiful lady,

The most beautiful lady of all,

She dances around,

Her room in her crown,

Preparing to go to the ball.

There she'll meet a handsome prince,

Or maybe a white knight,

To take her hand her hand,

And spin her around,

Lighting her world so bright.

Oh, behold a lady, a most beautiful lady,

Surely looking her best,

She thinks with a grin,

As he kisses her hand,

That she's definitely passed the test.

They laugh and they talk,

And he gets her a drink,

And he rarely leaves her sight,

This, she thinks as she sips her drink,

This must surely be right.

Oh, behold a lady, such a beautiful lady,

All dressed up in white,

There's a man at her side, with a grin so wide,

Truly a perfect night.

The band plays a lovely tune,

And once again she swoons,

As her love takes her hand, they dance again,

And she never wants it to end.

Behold a lady, a beautiful lady,

The most beautiful lady of all,

She lay there asleep,

In a blanket so pink,

While her father stands by with a smile,

He holds his wife, so close to his side,

So happy to be with his child.

The woman laughs at his grin and takes his hand,

And drags him into a dance,

Once more, she thinks, twirling in place,

That this will never end.

Then, it begins again.