Abba - Nina, pretty balerina
Every day in the morning on her way to the office
you can see as she catches a train.
Just a face among a million face, just another woman with no name.
Not the girl you'd remember but she's still something special,
if you knew her I am sure you'd agree
'cause I know she's got a little secret, Friday evening she turns out to be
Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor.
This is the moment she's waited for
just like Cinderella, just like Cinderella.
Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way
but she knows the fun would go away
if she would play it every day,
if she would play it every day.
So she's back every morning to her work at the office
and another week to live in dream
and another row of early mornings in an almost neverending stream.
She don't talk very often, kind of shy and uncertain,
everybody seems to think she's a bore
but they wouldn't know her little secret what her Friday night will have in store.
Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor.
This is the moment she's waited for
just like Cinderella, just like Cinderella.
Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way
but she knows the fun would go away
if she would play it every day.
Nina, pretty ballerina, now she is the queen of the dancing floor.
This is the moment she's waited for
just like Cinderella, just like Cinderella.
Nina, pretty ballerina, who would ever think she could be this way.
This is the part that she likes to play
just like Cinderella, just like Cinderella.
