Letra de At the ballet

Santana:
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.

That´s why I started class...

Santana y Rachel:
Up a steep and very narrow stairway.

Rachel:
To the voice like a metronome.

Santana:
Up a steep and very narrow stairway.
It wasn´t paradise...

Kurt:
It wasn´t paradise...

Santana y Kurt:
It wasn´t paradise...

Isabelle:
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

Isabelle, Santana, y Rachel:
That everyone is beautiful at the ballet.

Kurt:
Every prince has got to have his swan.

Rachel con Isabelle, Santana, y Kurt:
Yes, everyone is beautiful at the ballet.

Rachel:
Hey!

Isabelle, Santana, y Kurt:
I was pretty

Santana:
At the ballet

Isabelle:
I mean I was born to save their marriage
but when my father came to pick my mother up
at the hospital
he said, "Well, I thought this was going to help.
but I guess it´s not..."
A few months later he left and he never came back.
Anyway, I did have a fantastic fantasy life.
I used to dance around the living room
with my arms up like this
And in my fantasy was that I was an Indian Chief...
And he´d say to me,
"Izzie, do you wanna dance?"
And I´d say, "Daddy, I would love to dance!"

Isabelle (con Kurt):
(Doo-doo-doo-doo)
But it was clear...
(Doo-doo-doo)
When he proposed...

Rachel (con Kurt):
(Doo-doo-doo)
That I was born to help their marriage and when
(Doo-doo-doo-doo)

Isabelle (con Kurt):
That´s what he said...
(Doo-doo-doo)

Santana (con Kurt):
That´s what she said...
(Doo-doo-doo)

Rachel (con Kurt):
I used to dance around the living room...
(Doo-doo-doo-doo)

Santana (con Kurt):
He wasn´t warm...
(Doo-doo-doo)
Not to her...

Isabelle:
It was an Indian chief and he´d say:
"Izzie, do you wanna dance?"
And I´d say, "Daddy, I would love to..."

Santana y Rachel:
Everything was beautiful at the ballet,
Raise your arms and someone´s always there.
Yes, everything was beautiful at the ballet,
At the ballet
At the ballet
The ballet
The ballet

Isabelle, Santana, y Rachel:
Yes everything was beautiful at the ballet.

Rachel:
Hey!

Isabelle:
I was pretty...

Santana:
I was happy...

Kurt:
"I would love to..."

Isabelle, Santana, Rachel y Kurt:
At...the...ballet.