"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand..."~Elton John
"Why?" she argued inside her head, the voice softly intoning in her fragile mind. "You weren't good enough. You're never good enough." "It's not fair...she...she said..." "SHE LIED, OKAY?! SHE LIED TO YOU, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!! Get that through your thick head, you'll never find real love. People will always use saps like you." "I'm not a sap...leave me alone..." "Interested in you...interested in you?! WHO WOULD EVER BE INTERESTED IN A DRIBBLING SHIT LIKE YOU?! WHAT PERSON, GIRL OR BOY, WOULD EVER CARE ABOUT YOU?! The boy just wanted a portrait...the girl wanted a bed..." "No...they loved me..." She then grabbed the pendant and her ring, slashing them both against the window glass. Shatters everywhere. "They both hated you...they never wanted you...NO ONE DOES!!!" "Hold me closer, tiny dancer..." "What an idiot--why am I wasting time with you?" "You are my thoughts, you know..." "Pretty eyed, pirate smile..."