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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady |
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She was the seamstress for the band |
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Pretty eyed, pirate smile |
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She'll marry a music man |
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Ballerina, you must have seen her |
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Dancin' in the sand |
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And now she's in me, always with me |
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Tiny dancer in my hand |
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Jesus freaks, out in the street |
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Handin' tickets out for God |
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Turnin' 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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Lookin' on, she sings a song |
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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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Lyin' here with no one near |
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Only you and you can hear me |
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When I sing softly, slowly |
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And hold me closer, tiny dancer |
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And count the headlights on the highway |
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And 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 |
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She was a seamstress for the band |
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Pretty eyed, pirate smile |
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Hear, she married a music man |
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Ballerina, you must have seen her |
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And she was dancing in the sand |
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And now she's in me, always with me |
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Tiny dancer in my hand |
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And hold me closer, tiny dancer |
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And count the headlights on the highway |
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And lay me down in sheets of linen |
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You had a busy day today |
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And hold me closer, tiny dancer |
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And count the headlights on the highway |
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And lay me down in the sheets of linen |
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You had a busy day today |
