Beverly packs her lunch pail silently   In the light of the dawn's gray gloom   In her lonely room      Beverly works all day at the factory   On her feet from five to nine   On the assembly line      Beverly drifts away into a reverie   Dreaming of the girl she used to be   When her heart was alive      And there were nights   When Beverly would go out dancing   The stars lit up the Latin sky   Her eyes would flash, her feet would fly   Across the ballroom floor      En una linda noche nosotros bailamos   Dancamos hasta no ver mas las estrellas   Un gran amor - esto fue el pasado      Beverly goes about her way so quietly   And though she cries a little bit   No one seems to notice it      Hmmm, mmm, mmm