David Baerwald Young Anymore
She's a ballerina
She rises with the sun
Puts her leotard on
Does her exercise
Her mama waits outside
Smoking cigarettes in the car
And wishing on a star
And concocting alibis
Me I drift by
A cop casts suspicious eyes
But I'm only thinking of
A blond ballerina age nine
And I am her daddy
And I'm a cold-hearted man
All my friends are behind closed doors
And I watch the little girls
As they traverse across the floor
And I'm thinking
This time maybe I ain't that young anymore
The wind from the freeway
Is blowing her hair
She tied it back with a string
The hot desert sun comes down like a brick
She rubs a little lotion in
A truck flew by
The driver gave a sexy eye
But she didn't notice
She was only thinking about a blond
Ballerina age nine
And I am her daddy
And I'm a cold-hearted man
All my friends are behind closed doors
And I watch the little girls
As they traverse the floor
And I'm thinking this time
Maybe I ain't all that young anymore
