Tiny Dancer Songtext
von Fayray

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 tictets 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 without no one near
Only you and you can′t 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