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♪♪ In old Paris, there's a dancer named Marie ♪
♪♪ And she dances like the light in children's eyes. ♪♪
♪♪ She goes to school, she's as hot as she is cool. ♪♪
♪♪ But she's poor and left alone without a friend. ♪♪
♪♪ Oh, sweet Marie, please dance for me. ♪♪
♪♪ The mistress was a crook and Marie, she understood. ♪♪
♪♪ Why the wealthy girl was always doing well. ♪♪
♪♪ She tried her very best to be better than the rest. ♪♪
♪♪ But the rest was better off, and so you see. ♪♪
♪♪ But Marie held her head very high. It wasn't good enough. ♪♪
♪♪ Because she was short on money that she needed to buy. ♪♪
♪♪ Her redemption and a better life. ♪♪
♪♪ Oh, sweet Marie, please dance for me. ♪♪
♪♪ What happened to Marie is today a mystery. But her silhouette is seen through history. ♪♪
♪♪ Her story lives today because Marie is on display. And because it tells a tale of right and wrong. ♪♪
♪♪ But Marie held her head very high. It wasn't good enough. Because she was short on money that she needed to buy. ♪♪
♪♪ Her redemption and a better life. Oh, sweet Marie, please dance for me. ♪♪
♪♪ Oh, sweet Marie, please dance for me. Dance for me. ♪♪
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♪♪ Oh, sweet Marie, there's a dancer named Marie. And she dances like the light in children's eyes. ♪♪