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 mine, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand      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      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      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