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I work at the Palace Ballroom, but, |
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Gee that Palace is cheap; |
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When I get back to my chilly hall room |
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I'm much too tired to sleep. |
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I'm one of those lady teachers, |
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A beautiful hostess, you know, |
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The kind the Palace features |
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For only a dime a throw. |
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Ten cents a dance |
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That's what they pay me, |
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Gosh, how they weigh me down! |
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Ten cents a dance |
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Pansies and rough guys, |
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Tough guys who tear my gown! |
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Seven to midnight I hear drums. |
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Loudly the saxophone blows. |
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Trumpets are tearing my eardrums. |
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Customers crush my toes. |
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Sometime I think |
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I've found my hero, |
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But it's a queer romance. |
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All that you need is a ticket, |
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Come on, big boy, ten cents a dance. |
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Fighters and sailors and bowlegged tailors |
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Can pay for their ticket and rent me! |
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Butchers and barbers and rats from the harbors |
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Are sweethearts my good luck has sent me. |
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Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux, |
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Stockings are porous with holes at the toes. |
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I'm here till closing time, |
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Dance and be merry, it's only a dime. |
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Sometime I think |
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I've found my hero, |
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But it's a queer romance. |
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All that you need is a ticket. |
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Come on, big boy, ten cents a dance. |