Judie Tzuke - Dominique

Smalltown girl, so often alone
Shut out of the playground and into the home
Bored with her life she wants to see more
She looks for a way to free herself
From the prison her family built around her
With high hopes of a good match

Once a week, when they meet, Dominique
Locks the door, takes the key, then awkwardly, desperately
Dominique dances
Dominique dances
Out of her time she glides through the haze
He tells her stories of glamorous days and romance in the future
He takes her step by step and they tango through the run down ballroom
With high hopes of a good life

Once a week, when they meet, Dominique
Locks the door, takes the key and gradually, gracefully
Dominique dances
Dominique dances

And they're dreaming when they're dancing
And they're smiling when they're dancing
And he loves her when they're dancing
And she's happy when they're dancing

And they're dreaming when they're dancing
And they're smiling when they're dancing
And he loves her when they're dancing
And she's happy when they're dancing

Dominique dances
Dominique dances

Dominique dances
Dominique dances