That pinks and transparent pantyhose,

A tie leotard that is like snow,

The scary feeling of doing something bad,

That big an uncomfortable light ballet skirt that just

let you dance,

My hair and my makeup are done,

Just five minutes to do what you love,

And all the people are moving around,

the last minute to put on that painful point shoes that

let you fly,

All movement of the choreography hurts,

But you need to continue smiling.