beverly

beverly packs her lunch pail silently

in the light of the dawn's gray gloom

in her lonely room

beverly works all day at the factory

on her feet from five to nine

on the assembly line

beverly drifts away into a reverie

dreaming of the girl she used to be

when her heart was alive

and there were nights

when beverly would go out dancing

the stars lit up the latin sky

her eyes would flash

her feet would fly

across the ballroom floor

en una linda noche nosotros bailamos

dancamos hasta no ver mas las estrellas

un gran amor - esto fue el pasado

beverly goes about her way so quietly

and though she cries a little bit

no one seems to notice it

hmmm.