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 out tickets 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 song
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.

Hold me closer Tiny Dancer
count the headlights on the highway.
Lay me down in sheets of linen,
you had a busy day today.

[Repeat verse #1]

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.