Blue jean baby, L.A. lady A seamstress for the band The pretty-eyed, pirate smile You'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must've seen her Dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me A tiny dancer in my hand
The Jesus freaks out on the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back, she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man, he makes his stand In the auditorium And looking on, she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums
It's all so pompous Ah, it's not though is it? Because it's really real When you feel it, you can really feel So that somebody that you love Grab anyone who needs to hear it You shake 'em by their shoulders softly Scream in their face so slowly There's no way they could possibly miss it
Hold me closer, tiny dancer (Give me some of that good stuff) Count the headlights on the highway (Yeah, some of that human spirit) Lay me down in sheets of linen (And cut it with a hundred percent endurance) You had a busy day today (I'm working overtime) Hold me closer, tiny dancer (Hold me closer) We'll count the headlights on the highway (Two, three, four, five) And lay me down in sheets of linen (And I'm all yours) You had a busy day today (I'm working overtime)
And hold me closer Tiny Dancer And hold me closer (Lay me down on sheets of linen) Tiny DancerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
