She's a ballerina.

She's a ballerina.
 She dances circles around me.
 She tells me what I want to hear.
 But I'm just never satisfied.
 I live with a ballerina.
 I live with a ballerina.

 Those constant moves.
 She never stops, she never stops.
 It's making me nervous.
 Taunting me on tippy toes.
 When will my transformation come?
 Those constant moves.
 She never stops.

 I sit under rain gathering the courage to do what my mind tells me?
 But I'll just lay around.
 I've become a joke, a disrespectful being that's been handed all he's ever wanted.
 But can't find satisfaction.
 What more could anyone ask for but a smiling blur, a perfect human being.
 Those constant moves.
 She never stops she never.

 I sit under rain gathering the courage to do what my mind tells me?
 But I'll just lay around.
 I've become a joke, a disrespectful being.

 She's a ballerina.
 She dances circles around me.
 She tells me what I want to hear.
 But I'm just never satisfied.

 Making her way through my body.
 She's a ballerina.
 Dancing around my head.
 She tells me what I want to hear.
 But nothing ever satisfies.
 Making her way through my body making every organ touched more beautiful than the last.