Blue jean baby,
LA lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eye,
pirate smile
You marry a music man
By Lorina,
you must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she's in Maine
Always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus frees out in the streets Handing tickets out for God
She's turning back
She just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man,
he makes her stand
In the auditorium
And looking on,
she sings the song
The word she knows,
the tune she hums Oh,
how it feels so real,
lying here
There's no one here, only you
And you can hear me
And I say softly,
slowly Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen
You
had a pussy there today Hold me closer,
tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a pussy there today
Blue jean baby,
LA
lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eye,
pirate smile
You marry a music man
By Lorina,
you must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she's in Maine Always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Oh,
how it feels so real,
lying here There's no one here,
only you
And you can hear me And I say softly,
slowly
Hold me closer,
tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a pussy there today
Hold me closer,
tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway