lisa used to love to dance ever since she was ten years old
her bare feet raisin dust on a yard where the grass didnt grow
slowy spinnin round and round the music playin in her head
late at night it could almost drown out the whiskey on her old mans breath
reckin yards and dingy bars and abandoned factories
but down among the jagged soul a ballerina sways unseen

hard edges hide a tender heart
silent as a midnight prayer
hard edges hide the sweetest part
till you never know its there

lisas in a club downtown where the neon burns till dawn
she calls herself tina now but she dances to the same old song
slowly spinnin round and round in the smoke and the smell of rye
she takes off all her clothes so they dont see down in her eyes
the scarlet roots and blue tattoos are only painted on
but underneath the dark drumbeat the ballerina dances on

hard edges hide a tender heart
silent as a midnight prayer
hard edges hide the sweetest part
till you never know its there