Tiny Dancer Ben Folds

[Verse 1]
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty eyes, pirate smiles
You'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must've seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hands

[Verse 2]
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back, well, she just laughs
'Cause 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

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, how it feels so real
Lying here, no one near
Only you, and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly