Sad Theresa
On your front porch swing
The lights are twinkling bright
But nobody's home

Oh sweet country thing
With your dress hiked up to your knees
Waiting on a call
From faith, hope or charity

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Would your mother say its alright

Ballerina
On your bedroom door
Well I know that you've got dreams
But I've got my own
Maybe someday
I'll hit those big city lights
But I'll never forget your face
On warm summer nights

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I've always wanted to sing
And I've always wanted to be
Somebody's idol, somebody's daydream
Maybe their fantasy

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