No. 19 - Finale Act III

Lyrics by Adrian Ross

[Soloist:] With head held so, you trip and go,
And up you throw a pointed toe,
But ev'ry man will have the whim
That you are dancing right at him,
And that is how it's done, you know!
[Chorus:] With head held so, you trip and go,
And up you throw a pointed toe,
But ev'ry man will have the whim
That you are dancing right at him,
And that is how it's done, you know!