"At the Ballet" as written by and Edward Lawrence Kleban Marvin Hamlisch....
Sheila:
Daddy always thought that he married beneath him
That's what he said, that's what he said
When he proposed he informed my mother
He was probably her very last chance
And though she was twenty-two
Though she was twenty-two
Though she was twenty-two
She married him

Life with my dad wasn't ever a picnic
More like a "come as you are."
When I was five I remember my mother
Dug earrings out of the car
I knew they weren't hers, but it wasn't
Something you'd want to discuss
He wasn't warm
Well, not to her
Well, not to us

But everything was beautiful at the ballet
Graceful men lift lovely girls in white
Yes,everything was beautiful at ballet
Hey! I was happy... at the ballet

spoken: That's when I started class

Up a steep and very narrow stairway

Sheila and Bebe:
To the voice like a metronome
Up a steep and very narrow stairway

Sheila: It wasn't paradise

Bebe: It wasn't paradise

Sheila and Bebe: It wasn't paradise

Sheila: But it was home

Bebe:
Mother always said I'd be very attractive
When I grew up, when I grew up
"Diff'rent," she said, "With a special something
And a very, very personal flair."
And though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
I hated her

Now, "Diff'rent" is nice, but it sure isn't pretty
"Pretty" is what it's about
I never met anyone who was "diff'rent"
Who couldn't figure that out
So beautiful I'd never lived to see
But it was clear
If not to her
Well then to me

Bebe and Maggie:
That everyone is beautiful at the ballet
Every prince has got to have his swan
Yes, everyone is beautiful at the ballet

Maggie: Hey!

Bebe: I was pretty

Sheila: At the ballet

Sheila, Bebe, and Maggie:
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
To the voice like a metronome
Up a steep and very narrow stairway

Maggie: It wasn't paradise

Bebe: It wasn't paradise

Sheila: It wasn't paradise

Sheila, Bebe, and Maggie: But it was home

Maggie:
I don't know what they were for or against, really, except each other. I mean, I was born to save their marriage but when my father came to pick my mother up at the hospital he said: "Well, I thought this was going to help. But I guess it's not." Anyway, I did have a fantastic fantasy life. I used to dance around the living room with my arms up like this. My fantasy was that it was an Indian Chief... And he'd say to me, "Maggie, do you wanna dance?" And I'd say, "Daddy, I would love to dance."

Bebe: But it was clear

Sheila: When he proposed

Maggie: That I was born to help their marriage and when

Sheila: That's what he said

Bebe: That's what she said

Maggie: I used to dance around the living room

Sheila: He wasn't warm

Bebe: Not to her

Maggie:
It was an Indian chief and he'd say
"Maggie, do you wanna dance?"
And I said, "Daddy, I would love to"
Everything was beautiful at the ballet
Raise your arms and someone's always there
Yes, everything was beautiful at the ballet
At the ballet
At the ballet!

Sheila, Bebe, and Maggie:
Yes everything was beautiful at the ballet.

Maggie: Hey!

Bebe: I was pretty

Sheila: I was happy

Maggie: "I would love to..."

Sheila, Bebe, and Maggie:
At the ballet


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"At the Ballet" as written by Edward Lawrence Kleban Marvin Hamlisch

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