Paroles de Histoire de Kay

One fateful day Kay’s mother took her into a building lobby They took turns pinching and twisting her little body They made her stand in positions more and more bizarre Then they made her repeat them daily at a thing they called a barre They put her on a diet, they said her wrists they did appall And they made her wear a strange garment, a tutu it was called She danced her first role as a friend of La Fille mal Gardee After she'd been made to join a sinister group, the corps de ballet The critics said of her performance, ‘Better you don’t do’ In a fit of spite someone put ground glass, ground glass in her toeshoes She took the elastics from her ballet things Stitched them together and hanged herself in the wings