Letras: Van Morrison. Astral Weeks. Ballerina.

Spread your wings, come on fly awhile
Straight to my arms, little angel child
You know you only
Lonely twenty-two story block

And if somebody, not just anybody
Wanted to get close to you
For instance, me, baby
All you gotta do is ring a bell

Step right up, step right up
And step right up, ballerina
Crowd will catch you
Fly it, sigh it, try it
Well, I may be wrong

But something deep in my heart
Tells me I'm right and I don't think so
You know I saw the writing on the wall
When you came up to me
Child, you were heading for a fall

But if it gets to you
And you feel like you just can't go on
All you gotta do is ring a bell

Step right up and step right up
And step right up, just like a ballerina
Stepping lightly, alright, well, it's getting late
Yes it is, yes it is

And this time I forget to slip into your slumber
The light is on the left side of your head
And I'm standing in your doorway
And I'm mumbling and I can't remember
The last thing that ran through my head

Here come the man and he say
He say the show must go on
So all you gotta do is ring the bell

And step right up and step right up
And step right up
Just like a ballerina, yeah, yeah
Crowd will catch you
Fly it, sight it, c'mon, die it, yeah
Just like a ballerina
Just like a, just like a, just like a ballerina

Get on up, get on up
Keep a-moving on, little bit higher, baby
You know, you know, you know, get up baby
Alright, a-keep on, a-keep on, a-keep on
A-keep on pushing stepping lightly

Just like a ballerina
Ooo-we baby, take off your shoes
Working on just like a ballerina