Ballet Plié
Misery loves the company
(Sometimes there's nothing to say, you say)
Whispering silly things
(Contemplate and tell it what you think)

You still make the world go round, now
You still make the world go round and round

Between a liar and the grief
(Often there’s nothing to do, says you)
Find the need puzzling
(Doing nothing's often what to do)

You still make the world go round, now
You still make the world go round and round

Today, fumbling a ballet plié
On the stage, so enraged with the state of the place
Loan me to borrow some restraint
I think I'll be okay