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

 

Jesus freaks out in the street

Handing tickets out for God

Looking back, she just laughs

The boulevard is not that bad

 

Piano man, he takes 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

And 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

 

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

 

Hold me closer, tiny dancer

Count the headlights on the highway

Lay me down in sheets of linen

You had a busy day today