Songtext von Belle of the Ball

When you're the belle of the ball It's hard to fall And sacrifice your status for a fool But all your apparatus and your charm Can never cool the still, still waters Or warm the chilling air When you're the belle of the ball And your gown's a-shining And your underlining all my thoughts Why give yourself to he who has the lot? I have something to declare Sensing when to smile It's like predicting miles... You'll never know To kiss and then caress Could crease your party dress... And spoil the show So the belle of the ball Will bow to protocol Misfortune won't befall her she's the star She'll glide into the night Beneath her guiding light She'll suffer every slight and heed the call But it's alright, it's alright She's the belle of the ball