That Why I Do It, That's Why It's Done
The blood, the sweat, the cries,
The tears, deception and lies,
All for that one moment in the light,
That's why I do it, that's why it's done
Starting from the little balance beam,
Little kid drugs tied in my leotard seams,
All because I wanted to be like Svetlana in that Ballet four class
That's why I do it, that's why it's done
Scraping makeup, peeling makeup, scratching it from my face
The skin problems, the acne, the smearing during a performance
All just to give the audience the appearance of perfection
That's why I do it, that's why it's done
Being a dancer is dangerous for all aspects of your health
It impacts your life and rids stress of its stealth
All just for one eight count of freedom
That's why I do it, that's why it's done
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