Blue jean baby, L.A. lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eyes, pirate smile
You're a merry music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
Now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus frees, out in the street
Handing tickets out for gone
Turning back, she just left
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man, he makes a stand
In the auditorium
Looking on, she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tunes she hums
Oh how it feels so real, lying here
With no one near, only you
And you can hear me, when I say softly
Slowly, hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down and she's so plenty
Oh how it feels today, today
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down and she's so plenty
Oh how it feels today, today
piano solo
Blue jean devil, L.A. lady
Seems just for the band
Pretty eyes, pirate's mind
You marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
Now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Oh how it feels so real, lying here
With no one near, only you
And you can hear me, when I say softly
Slowly, hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down and she's so plenty
Oh how it feels today, today
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down and she's so plenty
Oh how it feels today, today
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