Plie
On pink tip toes
Tulle around, she goes.

And she walks right
She talks right, but
She's not right....
I just died.

No, I'm still alive
Feel it like
A church on fire
Burns so high
Run away
There is no end.

Bow out
All in a row
No one's hands unfold.

And she plays tough
She fights tough, but
She's not tough....
My demise.

No, I'm still alive
Feel it like
A church on fire
Burns so high
Run away
There is no end.