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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band |
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Pretty eyes, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man |
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Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand |
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And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hands |
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Jesus freaks out in the street |
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Handing tickets out for God |
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Turning back she just laughs |
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The boulevard is not that bad |
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Piano man he makes his stand |
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In the auditorium |
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Looking on she sings the songs |
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The words she knows, the tune she hums |
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But oh how it feels so real |
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Lying here with no one near |
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Only you and you can hear me |
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When I say softly, slowly |
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Hold me closer tiny dancer |
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Count the headlights on the highway |
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Lay me down in sheets of linen |
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you had a busy day today |
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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band |
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Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man |
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Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand |
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And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand |
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But oh how it feels so real |
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Lying here with no one near |
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Only you and you can hear me |
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When I say softly, slowly |
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Hold me closer tiny dancer |
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Count the headlights on the highway |
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Lay me down in sheets of linen |
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you had a busy day today |
