Dancer

In my past life I was a dancer
I danced my life away
I didn't seek answers
was everything so perfect at that time
oh no I didn't care
In my past life I was a dancer
I danced in cabaret
oh you should have seen me
I stole the crowd each night
and all the men were craving me
like the absinthe they were drinking
Oh how I danced
Oh how I danced
How I danced…
In my past life there was a pianist
who used to play each night
and when I was dancing
his music was like words of love
but never spoken
but no I did not care at all
But once came this painter
down to our cabaret
he drew a something for me
it was the ugliest thing I saw
but then again, he was quite eloquent
Then he asked me to pose for him
I was like no, no, no way
Well... okay
Since then there was no this painter guy anymore
but simply my only
the pianist couldn't bear it
such a lady but you're acting like a whore
still I did not care at all
But then they threw me on the street
and shut the door
no man craved me anymore
'cause I only danced for one
and my only had other plans
than always being there for me
Oh how I cried
Oh how I cried
How I cried…
La, la, la, la, la...
You may see my soul
but you'll never read it all
you may read it all
but you'll never break my heart
you may break my heart
but you'll never break my will
you might break my will
but I'll always have my art
And I'll always have my art!
and I'll always have my art!
and I'll always have my art!
and I’ll always have my art…
And this is not about you darling
or how you hurt me and I'm dying
'cause oh, I know that you know that I know
we’re all prostitutes anyway
We sell moments of relief
so we have to seem relieved ourselves
so you see, my only, I would ask you to visit me
for a friendly kiss or two
'cause once you loose that innocence
it never hurts again