She was in a class of forty four 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
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
And step two, three, four, and jump two, three, four
And step two, three, four, and jump two, three, four
And step two, three, four, and jump two, three, four
And step two, three, four, and jump
That’s good
And step two, three, four, and jump two, three, four
And step two, three, four, and jump two, three, four
And step two, three, four, and jump two, three, four
And step two, three, four, and jump two, three, four
And step two, three, four, and jump two, three, four
And step two, three, four, and jump two, three, four