the dancer

she was in a class of 44 beautiful dancers, and i watched her pirouette around the stars, in her poms, and i must have told her one thousand times, in my mind, that i loved her, i got drunk one night, she was on the steps, she touched my shoulder, oh oh oh oh, i was young and full of grace, when i stepped into the fire, with my dancer, she had barely come of age, but she was egging me on, all the way down, and i told her as the ship sank, that i loved her, and i told her as we walked off of the plank, i was all hers, oh oh oh oh, step 2, 3, 4, jump 2, 3, 4, step 2, 3, 4, jump 2, 3, 4, step 2, 3, 4, jump 2, 3, 4, step 2, 3, 4, and jump, that's good