| Lyrics: | Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a
music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in mine,
always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in 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
Looking on she sings the
songs
The words she knows the tune she hums
But 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 in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady,
seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you
must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my
hand
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