Tiny Dancer

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