Lyrics:

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.