Tiny Dancer sing and play along

Jesus freaks by.

out in the street dy.

handing tickets out for God.

Turning back, she just laughs.

The boulevard is that bad.

Piano man, na.

he makes his stand her

the auditorium.

And Looking on, me, she the songs.

me, The she ny knows, the tune she hums.

Bluejean baby.

L. in A.

lady. handing Seamstress for the band.

Prettyeyed, pirate smile,

you'll marry a music man.

Ballerina. You must have seen her

the dancing in the sand.

And now she's in me,

always with me,

ti she ny dancer in my hand.

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.

Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer.

Count the headlights on the highway.

Lay me down in sheets of linen.

You had a busy day today.