Blue jean Baby, L.A. Lady, A seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, A 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 streets, Handing tickets out for God. Turning back Oh, 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 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 Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headligts on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day to day An dnow she in me, Always with me