She lived on the seventeenth floor
She'd watch the sun rise and then fall
Above an acessory store
And dress for the mannequin ball
For every night at twelve o'clock
A father would close up his shop And visit his only true love
They'd dance all the night
And he looked to her eyes
Where your dreams can't be sold
And told her that he had to go
Of porcelain ice
Over the moon light
And you never grow old
And after her love disappeared
She stood by the window alone And wished for her love to come home
The mannequin waited for years
And although he never returned
No matter how long that she yearned
She danced all the same
She could still hear him whisper her name She was left all alone
Looking for love Spent her time counting the stars And the whole world will fall
For the manneqiun ball.
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