Pointing with a tip of pink leather
you can no matter the weather
Hard work, but it's worth the end
Come along and help me my friend
Singing along to the rhythm of the beat
Sweating heavy because of the heat
Twirling round and around with direction
Smiling to everyone for affection
Praying to not make a single mistake
telling myself it's all a piece of cake
waiting for the lady with the makeup
Before the show I'll drink a 7-up
Tense, I'm nervous inside yet so excited
Kate's so unorganized and needs to be reminded
Misplaced items will never put the show behind
My slippers I just can't find
Curtains up, here comes the show
I'm tense; do you think i can go?
Check my hair and snug my slippers
Butterflies in my stomach I have no fears
Spinning onto the dance floor I miss my cue
Suddenly I don't know what to do
I find my place and keep on dancing
As a deer keeps on prancing
Help I'm lost I quit
Five years wasted because I didn't fit
Yet now I long to do it again, better
Just, pointing with a tip of pink leather
