Abba - Nina, Pretty Ballerina      Every day in the morning on her way to the office    You can see her as she catches a train    Just a face among a million faces    Just another woman with no name    Not the girl you'd remember but she's still something special    If you knew her I am sure you'd agree    'Cause I know she's got a little secret    Friday evening she turns out to be       Nina, pretty ballerina    Now she is the queen of the dancing floor    This is the moment she's waited for    Just like Cinderella    (just like Cinderella)    Nina, pretty ballerina    Who would ever think she could be this way    This is the part that she likes to play    But she knows the fun would go away    If she would play it every day       So she's back every morning to her work at the office    And another week to live in a dream    And another row of early mornings    In an almost never-ending stream    Doesn't talk very often, kind of shy and uncertain    Everybody seems to think she's a bore    But they wouldn't know her little secret    What her Friday night would have in store       Nina, pretty ballerina    Now she is the queen of the dancing floor    This is the moment she's waited for    Just like Cinderella    (just like Cinderella)    Nina, pretty ballerina    Who would ever think she could be this way    This is the part that she likes to play    She would like to play it every day       Nina, pretty ballerina    Now she is the queen of the dancing floor    This is the moment she's waited for    Just like Cinderella    (just like Cinderella)    Nina, pretty ballerina    Who would ever think she could be this way    This is the part that she likes to play