Machine Ballerina Songtext
von Suzanne Vega

Am I an afternoon′s pastime?
A thing on a string
To be thrown and retrieved
Like a phone call received
On somebody's birthday
To tease and delight
And then say goodnight
And then just say goodbye?


Am I a toy on a tray?
A soft piece of clay
Queen or clown for the day
Machine ballerina
Soldier of tin
Standing so loyal
While you sit so royal
Then I′m put away?

Ch: For your approval,
Perusal,
And your possible
Refusal,
I'm amusing,
I'm a puppet for your play.

Am I your Mad Magazine?
Skin trampoline
Pin-up pinball machine
Your fantasy girl
Of puzzling parts
But none fits or starts
We match wits but not hearts
I′m heard but never seen?

Chorus again