When you're the belle of the ball
It's hard to fall
And sacrifice your status for a fool
But all your apparatus and your charm
Can never cool the still, still waters
Or warm the chilling air
When you're the belle of the ball
And your gown's a-shining
And you're underlining all my thoughts
Why give yourself to he who has the lot?
I have something to declare
Sensing when to smile
It's like predicting miles
You'll never know
To kiss and then caress
Could crease your party dress
And spoil the show
So the belle of the ball
Will bow to protocol
Misfortune won't befall her
She's the star
Artist: Tina Arena
Artist: Low
Artist: Meade "lux" Lewis