Chris Knight - Hard edges

^GLisa used to love to dance Ever since she was ten years old ^CHer bare feet raising dust on a yard Where the grass wouldn't grow ^GSlowly spinning round and round To the music playing in her head ^CLate at night it could almost drown out The whiskey on her old man's breath

^DThe wrecking yards and ^Emdingy bars ^CAnd abandoned factories ^DBut down among the ^Emjagged souls ^CA ballerina sways unseen

^GHard edges hide a ^Amtender heart ^CSilent as a midnight ^Gprayer ^GHard edges hide the ^Amsweetest part ^CTill you'd never know it's ^Gthere

^GLisa's in a club downtown Where the neon burns till dawn ^CShe calls herself Tina now But she dances to the same old songs

^GSlowly spinning round and round In the smoke and the smell of rye ^CShe takes off all her clothes So they don't see down in her eyes

^DThe scarlet rouge and ^Emblue tattoos ^CAre only painted on ^DBut underneath the ^Emdark drumbeat ^CA ballerina dances on

^GHard edges hide ^Ama tender heart ^CSilent as a midnight ^Gprayer ^GHard edges hide ^Amthe sweetest part ^CTill you never know ^Git's there