Tim Mcgraw - Tiny Dancer lyrics

rate me

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady,

She was a seamstress for the band;

Pretty eyed, high rate smile,

She'll marry a music man.

Ballerina, you must have seen her

Dancin 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 sing softly, slowly.

Chorus:

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,

She was seamstress for the band;

Pretty eyed, pirate smile,

Hear she married a music man.

Ballerina, you must have seen her

She was dancin in the sand.

And now she's in me, always with me,

Tiny dancer in my hand.

Chorus x2