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

Pretty eyes, pirate smiles, you'll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

Now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hands

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

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

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

Pretty eyed, pirate smiles, you'll marry a music man

Ballerina, you should have seen her dancing in the sand

Now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

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