Oh fill me with your ballerina eyes
The magic of the chandelier resides
You are the Mona Lisa to my smile
For these ballerina shoes are killing me
And all of the time, I think about the ceiling
How dormant it is for many;
How many names does it carry
In a civilized world?
Oh Cupid, help me leap upon
The many loves I\'ve ever sworn
For the art of Juilliard brings the character
out of me
I am a rose, not a tulip;
Alas, alas the music starts
Oh what a destined rose to pair
With such a dancer such as this
I dance like my life is madly fumed
A legless butterfly resorts,
And all the world sees that I\'m alive
For I am not a mannequin...I am a human
being
Do you see my limberness
Fall from the seams?
Do you see my age starting to glow?
Well in a room full of judges, I prey
Upon the heightness of my resilience
And they are so impressed with me
My tears fall upon the stage;
Do you know what it\'s like to dream
When you don\'t have a dream at all?
Do you know what it\'s like to see the
Mona Lisa
In its prime?
Well loneliness is not a crime
The poison is relentless...
Well color me with rouge that is presenting--
The madness of Juilliard resigns.