Tiny Dancer

Paolo Santos

 Blue jean baby, L.A. lady,        seamstress for the band                                 
 Pretty eyed, 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 street       Handing tickets out for God
Turning back 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 with 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              

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, 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