She spins around the pole
And feels the spinning of the world,
Like a ballerina on a music box
Her mummy paid for all those lessons
So her little girl could dance
In second hand taffeta and worn out shoes
But she just spins around a pole
And ends up wearing nothing
But a washing line for all the filthy notes
Her daddy took her to the park
And spun her on the roundabout
The last time that she saw him, she was sick
Yet as she spins around the pole
She remembers his strong hands
And she urges; 'Daddy, spin me faster.'
Though mummy says he won't come back
If she keeps her eyes tight shut
She will turn around and see him once again
So she keeps spinning round the pole
For there is nowhere else to go
And each revolution fails to set her free
