Blue jean ba by. L. A. La dy. Seam stress for the band. Pret ty eyed, pi rate smile. You'll mar ry a mu sic man
Bal le ri na. You must have seen her. Danc ing in the sand. And now she's in me, al ways with me. Ti ny Danc er in my hand.
Je sus freaks, out in the street. Hand ing tick ets out for God. Turn ing back she just laughs. The bou le vard is not that bad
Pia no man, he makes his stand. In the au di tor i um. Look ing on, she sings the songs. The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real, lyi ng here with no one near
On ly you, and you can hear me, when I say soft ly, slow ly
Hold me clo ser ti ny danc er. Count the head lights on the high way
Lay me down in sheets of lin en. you had a bu sy day to day
Hold me clo ser ti ny danc er. Count the head lights on the high way
Lay me down in sheets of lin en. you had a bu sy day to day
Blue jean ba by. L. A. La dy. Seam stress for the band. Pret ty eyed, pi rate smile. You'll mar ry a mu sic man
Bal le ri na. You must have seen her. Danc ing in the sand. And now she's in me, al ways with me. Ti ny Danc er in my hand.
But oh how it feels so real, lyi ng here with no one near
On ly you, and you can hear me, when I say soft ly, slow ly
Hold me clo ser ti ny danc er. Count the head lights on the high way
Lay me down in sheets of lin en. you had a bu sy day to day
Hold me clo ser ti ny danc er. Count the head lights on the high way
Lay me down in sheets of lin en. you had a bu sy day to day
