Every day in the morning on her way to the office
F C
You can see her as she catches a train
F C
Just a face among a million faces
F G
Just another woman with no name
C
Not the girl you’d remember
But she’s still something special
F C
If you knew her I am sure you’d agree
F G
Cause I know she’s got a little secret
C G#7 G
Friday evening she turns out to be…
Chorus:
C
Nina, pretty ballerina,
G
Now she is the queen of the dancing floor
This is the moment she’s waiting for
C
Just like Cinderella
Nina, pretty ballerina,
G
Who would ever think she could be this way
This is the part that she likes to play
C G
But she knows the fun would go away
C G#7 G
If she would play it every day
So she’s back every morning to her work at the office
And another week to live in a dream
And another row of early mornings
In an almost never-ending stream
Doesn’t talk very often, kind of shy and uncertain
Everybody seems to think she’s a bore
But they wouldn’t know her little secret
What her Friday night would have in store…
Chorus.
