SHEILA
Daddy always thought that he married beneathhim
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 wanna discuss
He wasn`t warm, well, not to her ... well, not to us
But ev`rything was beautiful at the ballet. Graceful men lift lovely girls in white. Yes, ev`rything was beautiful at ballet, Hey! I was happy at the ballet.
That`s why I started ballet class