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 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