Daddy always thought that he married beneath him
That's what he said, that's what he said
When he proposed he informed my mother
He was probably her very last chance
And though she was twenty-two
Though she was twenty-two
Though she was twenty-two
She married him

Life with my dad wasn't ever a picnic
More like a "come as you are, "
When I was five I remember my mother
Dug earrings out of the car
I knew they weren't hers, but it wasn't
Something you'd want to discuss
He wasn't warm
Well, not to her
Well, not to us

But everything was beautiful at the ballet
Graceful men lift lovely girls in white
Yes, everything was beautiful at ballet
Hey!
I was happy at the ballet

Up a steep and very narrow stairway

To the voice like a metronome

Up a steep and very narrow stairway

It wasn't paradise

It wasn't paradise

It wasn't paradise

But it was home
Mother always said I'd be very attractive
When I grew up, when I grew up
"diff'rent, " she said, "with a special something
And a very, very personal flair. "
And though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
Though I was eight or nine
I hated her
Now, "diff'rent" is nice, but it sure isn't pretty
"pretty" is what it's about
I never met anyone who was "diff'rent"
Who couldn't figure that out
So beautiful I'd never lived to see
But it was clear
If not to her
Well, then to me

That everyone is beautiful at the ballet

Every prince has got to have his swan

Isabelle, santana, rachel & kurt
Yes, everyone is beautiful at the ballet

Hey!