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There's a little Music Box; That is kept on a dresser top. Wind it, wind it all day long, So it always plays its song. There's a little ballerina inside, Dancing to the music and keeping time. As you watch her spin and twirl, You're soon drawn into her little world. Thinking... Chorus: Dance, little girl dance, dear, As the music plays on and on and on. Dance, little girl, dance, dear, As long as you hear your song. [Repeat all] |