Blue Jean Baby L.

A. Lady Seamstress for the band.

Pretty eyed

pirate smile

you'll marry a music man.

Ballerina you must've seen her

dancing in the sand.

Now she's in me Always with me.

Tiny dancer my hand.

Jesus freaks out in the streets

handing tickets out for God.

Turning back

she just laughs.

the boulevard

is not that bad.

Piano man he takes his stand in their auditorium.

Looking on

she sings the songs.

The words she knows

the tune she hums.

But oh it feels so real

lyin here with no one near

only you and you can't hear me when I say softly

slowly... Pull me closer

tiny dancer.

Count the headlights on the highway.

Lay me down in sheets of linen.

You had a busy day today.

Pull 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've seen her dancing in the sand.

Now she's in me

always with me.

Tiny dancer in my hand.

But oh it feels so real

lyin here with no one near

only you and you can't hear me when I say softly

slowly... Pull me closer

tiny dancer.

Count the headlights on the highway.

Lay me down in sheets of linen.

You had a busy day today.

Pull me closer

tiny dancer.

Count the headlights on the highway.

Lay me down in sheets of linen.

You had a busy day today.