She moves trough the crowd like a swan
Laughing with one, kiss another, then she's gone
But backstage at the ballet it's a bore
I cannot give the ladies anymore
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Oh Virginia, I miss the blue ridge mountains
Oh Virginia, I miss the Shenandoah valley
Oh Virginia, I miss your change of seasons
And I miss some good ol' friends who are livin' back home
Sshe stand polite while I am gloriously rude
Just the other night I had my elbows in my food
She say that I must sparkle more
But backstage at the ballet it’s a bore
Chorus + solo
Her skin's so white and her forehead so high
I could not kiss my ballerina goodbye
I pinned a note upon her door
Said backstage at the ballet it's a bore
Chorus