lisa used to love to dance ever since she was ten years old her bare feet raising dust on a yard where the grass wouldn t grow slowly spinning round and round to the music playing in her head late at night it could almost drown out the whiskey on her old man s breath the wrecking yards and dingy bars and abandoned factories but down among the jagged souls a ballerina sways unseen hard edges hide a tender heart silent as a midnight prayer hard edges hide the sweetest part till you d never know it s there lisa s in a club downtown where the neon burns till dawn she calls herself tina now but she dances to the same old songs slowly spinning round and round in the smoke and the smell of rye she takes off all her clothes so they don t see down in her eyes the scarlet rouge and blue tattoos are only painted on but underneath the dark drumbeat a ballerina dances on hard edges hide a tender heart silent as a midnight prayer hard edges hide the sweetest part till you never know it s there