Ballerina Van Morrison

Spread your wings, come on fly awhile
Straight to my arms, little angel child
You know you only
Lonely twenty-two story block

And if somebody, not just anybody
Wanted to get close to you
For instance, me, baby
All you gotta do is ring a bell

Step right up, step right up
And step right up, ballerina
Crowd will catch you
Fly it, sigh it, try it

Well, I may be wrong
But something deep in my heart
Tells me I'm right and I don't think so
You know I saw the writing on the wall
When you came up to me
Child, you were heading for a fall

But if it gets to you
And you feel like you just can't go on
All you gotta do is ring a bell