She floats into the bar
Pale pink with rose perfume
Long hair up in a head scarf
Sequins light the gloom
Her accent is peculiar
From many years abroad
English words and youthful charms
Long since began to fade
She says: I came here for the music, I came here to dance
I heard it was the place to be, Amsterdam
She was a ballerina
She could twirl and leap and fly
Though age has slowed her down
She still seems feather-light
She says: I came here for the music, I came here to dance
I heard it was the place to be, Amsterdam
So while we sing and play
Eyes closed, arms stretched out wide
All eyes are upon her
As she begins to dance
She says: I came here for the music, I came here to dance
I heard it was the place to be, Amsterdam
I heard it was the place to be, Amsterdam
