| Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
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| Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
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| Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
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| And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
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| Jesus freaks out in the street
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| Handing tickets out for God
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| Turning back she just laughs
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| The boulevard is not that bad
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| Piano man he makes his stand
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| In the auditorium
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| Looking on she sings the songs
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| The words she knows the tune she hums
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| But oh how it feels so real
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| Lying here with no one near
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| Only you and you can hear me
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| When I say softly slowly
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| Hold me closer tiny dancer
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| Count the headlights on the highway
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| Lay me down in sheets of linen
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| You had a busy day today
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| Hold me closer tiny dancer
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| Count the headlights on the highway
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| Lay me down in sheets of linen
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| You had a busy day today
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| Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
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| Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
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| Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
|
| And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
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| But oh how it feels so real
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| Lying here with no one near
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| Only you and you can hear me
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| When I say softly slowly
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| Hold me closer tiny dancer
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| Count the headlights on the highway
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| Lay me down in sheets of linen
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| You had a busy day today
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| Hold me closer tiny dancer
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| Count the headlights on the highway
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| Lay me down in sheets of linen
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| You had a busy day today |