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 wanna discuss He wasn't warm, well Well, not to her Well, not to us But ev'rything was beautiful at the ballet Graceful men lift lovely girls in white Yes, ev'rything was beautiful at ballet Hey! I was happy at the ballet That's why I started ballet cla**