Ballerina in a music box,nWith your pink shoes on,nSatin ribbons in your hair.nDance to something soft and sweet,nGhost of a little girl,nWho fell asleep there, right beside me.nnYou look so beautiful and lost.nnBut don't turn out the light this time.nDon't turn out the light on me tonight.nnThis is simple, this is new,nThat's why I'm not scared of you,nBut you're afraid in ways that I can't comprehend.nI do not pretend to live beneath your soft blonde hair, inside your head,nWrapped up in darkness,nSlow dancing with despair.nnYou look so beautiful and lost.nnBut don't turn out the light this time.nDon't turn out the light on me tonight.nDon't turn out the light...nnSpinning harder now, you seem confused.nI close my eyes, but I'm still watching you.nIf you're broken, I will gather up your pieces from the filthy ground.nnBut don't turn out the light this time.nDon't turn out the light on me tonight.nDon't turn out the light...nYou look so beautiful and lost.nYou look so beautiful and lost.