Sorry I copied this from my space blog, but like I said I cant get these damn lyrics out of my head today...
Blue jean baby,
L.A. lady,
seamstress for the bandPretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music manBallerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sandAnd now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my handJesus freaks out in the streetHanding tickets out for GodTurning back she just laughsThe boulevard is not that badPiano man he makes his standIn the auditoriumLooking on she sings the songsThe words she knows, the tune she humsBut oh how it feels so realLying here with no one nearOnly you and you can't hear meWhen I say softly, slowlyHold me closer tiny dancerCount the headlights on the highwayLay me down in sheets of linenyou had a busy day todayBlue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandPretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music manBallerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sandAnd now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
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