Tiny Dancer Lyrics

Blue jean Baby,
L.A. Lady,
A seamstress for the band.
Pretty eyed,
A 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
Jesus freaks
out in the streets,
handing tickets out for God.
Turning back
oh, 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 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
hold me closer tiny dancer
count the headligts on the highway
lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day to day
an dnow she in me,
always with me