Porcelain ballerina

Porcelain ballerina,
wearing a yellow dress.
Yellow as that sun, as a ripe banana.
On her face,
there is a glace,
of royalty eyes shines arrogantly from her.
Ballerina is dancing slow,
with the music of the little box.
Horses spinning tenderly,
gazing with their eyes on me.

Porcelain ballerina, whoa-woha-woha,
porcelain ballerina, whoa-woha-woh.
And she's dancing slowly on her spinning pad,
which she locked to.

Porcelain ballerina,
porcelain ballerina,
how she spins makes me wonder if it's real, like her,
Is this is how they really dance,
or this is just an exaggeration of the creator.
I'm wondering of her,
but there's nobody there.

Porcelain ballerina, whoa-whoa-whoa,
porcelain ballerina, whoa-whoa-whoa,
she is never tired of dancing, she dances everytime when I see her.

Porcelain ballerina, whoa-woha-woha,
porcelain ballerina, whoa-woha-woh.
And she's dancing slowly on her spinning pad,
which she locked to.

Porcelain ballerina, who are you?