Baby Can Dance        (C) 1992 N.Thomas / D.Mountain / D.Midgley / N.Hudson / P.Storton         There was a time when lace seemed nice         And childish things like sugar mice         Could send the wildest female heart         Into a world of satin dreams         Over cliffs of white to set her free         On a childish flight of fantasy         To an age when demons dare not speak         For fear of waking her from her sleep         But daddy wants her on her feet         Standing tall and proud         All wrapped up in cotton wool         With her head up in the clouds              Baby can dance, baby can dance              She's no longer daddy's girl              Baby can dance, baby can dance              She's no longer daddy's sweet sixteen oh no         She won't think twice about the dizzy heights         Or the rainy streets and neon lights         When she tastes the city's sweet delights         She knows she's got her target in her sights         Heading for the lights, heading for the lights