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. 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
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