Well, she started out to be a dancerShe's gonna make her livin' dancin' in the Broadway showsSO she hitchhiked cross country from Pasaroba to the Big Red AppleWhere your dreams are made and your debts must be paid on timeCHORUSI'll hold you close taxi dancerAnd I'll listen to how you outgrew your dreams and how they faded awayI'll hold you close taxi dancerAnd we'll pretend this floor is the Broadway stageWell, she wasn't used to livin' in the citySo she took a job as a maid cleanin up at the Gramercy Park HotelAnd all her auditions, they didn't turn out so prettySo she took a job dancin' at the bar down the street as wellCHORUSWell, I don't know how long or how far her fortune did take herBut I heard she sits alone drunk in a bar down on 42nd StreetAnd sometimes an old butch will slip a quarter into the jukeboxAnd she'll stagger to the bar and dance with that girl for freeCHORUS------------------------------------------------------------------------------