Tiny Dancer

 

I can see in your eyes, I've already won

I could bleed for a smile, I could cry for some fun

Walk away from the sun and tell everyone

There's so much left in the air

So much to tell from a stare

There's so much left to defend

But I am no fun

So tiny dancer beware

We're medicated and scared

This smile is so hard to wear

But I have no gun