On her toes
An intruder in her theatre
Eyes are closed
She can hear you creeping near her
Ballora
Ballora! Ballora!

Twirling girl
Pretty robot, always turning
Gears that whirl
But what causes all the hurting?
Ballora

Ballora! Ballora!
A ballerina's waltzing tune
One wrong move can be your doom

Her minireenas block your view
An empty room might become your tomb
It's so good to sing all day
Do dance, to spin, to fly away
It's so sad to stay the same

To hide your face and then decay
Tighten all of your springlocks
Make her moved with a controlled shock
Listen for her music box
Make your move when the music stops
Ballora
Ballora! Ballora!