Dancer

In my past life I was a dancer I danced my life away I didn't seek answers Was everything so perfect at that time Oh no, I didn't care In my past life I was a dancer I danced in cabaret Oh, you should have seen me I stole the crowd each night And all the men were craving me Like absinthe they were drinking Oh, how I danced Oh, how I danced How I danced In my past life there was a pianist Who used to play each night And when I was dancing His music was like words of love but never spoken But no I did not care at all Once came this painter Down to our cabaret He drew something for me It was the ugliest thing I saw But then again he was quiet eloquent Then he asked me to pose for him I was like: No!... No... No way... Well... OK Since then there was no 'this painter guy' anymore But simply 'my Henri' The pianist couldn't bear it Such a lady but you're acting like a ho Still I did not care at all But then they threw me on the street And shut the door No man craved me anymore Cause I only danced for one And my Henri had other plans Than always being there for me Oh, how I cried Oh, how I cried How I cried La la la la la You may see my soul but you'll never read it all You may read it all but you'll never break my heart You may break my heart but you'll never break my will You might break my will but I'll always have my art! And i'll always have my art! And i'll always have my art! And i'll always have my art! And i'll always have my art! And this is not about you darling Or how you hurt me and I'm dying Cause oh I know that you know that I know That we are all prostitutes anyway We sell moments of relief So we have to seem relieved ourselves So you see my Henri I would ask you to visit me For a friendly kiss or two Cause once you loose that innocence It never hurts again