BELLE OF THE BALL
WORDS & MUSIC BY VAN TREEK, BRAJER & HARS…1996
MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL.
YOU MIGHT NOT LIKE IT BUT IT TELLS ALL.
IS THAT A GREY HAIR I SEE?
DO YOU WONDER WHAT'S BECOME OF ME?
YOUNGER GIRLS HAVE PASSED YOU BY,
YOU TURN AROUND AND JUST WANT TO CRY.
YOU JUST CAN'T HELP THE WAY YOU FEEL,
CALL IT OUT AND MAKE IT REAL.
IT'S JUST TOO LATE,
IT'S JUST TOO LATE,
IT'S JUST TOO LATE,
TO BE THE BELLE OF THE BALL.
IT'S YOUR LAST CHANCE FOR THE BIG DANCE,
BUT YOU KNOW IT WOULDN'T LAST.
YOU CAN STILL SHINE ON THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT,
AND MAKE SURE THAT EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT.
IT'S JUST TOO LATE,
IT'S JUST TOO LATE,
IT'S JUST TOO LATE,
TO BE THE BELLE OF THE BALL.