Spread your wings
Come on fly awhile
Straight to my arms
Oh, little angel child
You know you′re only lonely lonely lonely
Twenty-two story block

And if somebody, not just anybody
Not just anybody
Wanted to get next to you, next to you

All you gotta do is ring the bell
And step right up
Step right up
Step right up
Step like a ballerina

Grab it, catch it
Grab it, catch it
Fly it, sigh it,
Come on dye it

Well, I may be wrong
But that deep in my heart tells me I'm right
And I dont think so

You know, you know, you know, you know, you know
I saw the writing
Saw the writing
On the wall
On the wall
When you came up to me, when you came up to me
I you were heading for a fall

And if it gets to you, if it gets to you
And you feel like you just cant go on

All you gotta do is ring a bell
And step right up
Step right up
Step right up
Just like a ballerina

Well, its getting very very very very very very very very late
(Shh)
Well, it′s time, I think you should slip into your slumber (shh)
The light, the light, the light, the light, the light
Is on the left side
Of your head
And I'm standing in your doorway
And I'm mumbling, mumbling, and I can′t remember the last thing
That ran straight through my head

Here come the man
They say the show must go on

All you gotta do is ring the bell
Step right up
Step right up
Step right up
Just like, just like a, just like a ballerina

Grab it, catch it
Grab it, catch it
Like a ballerina

You′ll be my ballerina
You'll be my Ballerina
Move on up
Move on up

You′ll be my, my my, my, my, my, my
You'll be my ballerina
Move on up
Move on up

Yeah, on up, yeah on up
Move on up
Move on up
Yeah, on up, yeah on up

Take off your shoes!

You′ll be my ballerina
You'll be my ballerina
Yeah, move on up

Keep on moving on up
Yeah, on up

Writer(s): Van Morrison<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com