I had a date with a pretty ballerina. Her hair was so brilliant that it hurt my eyes. I asked her for this dance. And then she obliged me. Was I surprised yeah. Was I surprised no not at all. I called her yesterday. It should have been tomorrow. I couldn't keep. The joy that was inside. I begged for her to tell me. If she really loved me. Somewhere a mountain is moving. Afraid it's moving without me. I had a date with a pretty ballerina. Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes. I asked her for this dance. And then she obliged me. Was I surprised yeah. Was I surprised no not at all. And when I wake up on a dreary Sunday morning. I open up my eyes to find there's rain. And something strange within said. "Go ahead and find her. Just close your eyes yeah. Just close your eyes and she'll be there". She'll be there.... She'll be there.... She'll be there.... She'll be there.... She's there she's there. Ah she's there. Ah she's there