Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyes, pirate smile, you merry music man Ballerina, you must have seen her, dancing in the sand Now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancing in my hand Jesus freaks, out in the street, pending tickets out for gone Turning back, she just laughs, the boulevard is not that bad Piano man, he makes a stand, in the auditorium Looking on, she sings their songs, the words she knows, the tune she owns Hold me closer, tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway You are home, baby darling, she's so living You had a visitor today Hold me closer, tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway You are home, baby darling, she's so living You had a visitor today *
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