Music Box Dancer, Pt. 2 Lyrics - Frank Mills

You walk in the room and you're wearing a frown 

You reach for the shelf and cradle it down 

The Music Box Dancer, what does it prove 

Only that you need to see a statue that moves 

A tutu of satin, bordered with lace 

Slender lines, agile legs, a wonderland face 

Her beauty is balanced, an immovable pose 

Eternally destined to remain on her toes 

Music Box Dancer, she is only a toy 

Project upon her your dreams of wanting life's joy 

She's perched on her stand, and never will part 

A final gaze upon her, now the music will start 

You wind the doll up, it's nostalgic because 

You've been here before, so give one final pause 

To dream of the future, to reflect on the past 

Music Box Dancer start your whirling at last 

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The room fills with music, such a cute song 

Watching her go 'round and 'round, she's where she belongs 

Bring joy to the watchers, spreading a glow 

Whenever wound up, she'll put on a good show 

Music Box Dancer, do you think or believe 

She could step off her box if she wanted to leave 

So easy it is, twirl around with such grace 

Staying in her circle, she remains in one place 

Such a brief moment, a small time to spend 

The dancing will slow soon, the music will end 

In real life we're plastic, nature's unfair 

How can we breathe life, how can we share 

The knowledge and insights hidden in tombs 

We're all Music Box Dancers all alone in our rooms 

We sit on our shelves where objects reside 

We don't allow the music to get right inside 

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Music Box Dancer's now completely alone 

No winder or no listener, because nobody's home 

How long before someone will re-wind the spring? 

The room will now be witness; and silence can't sing