tiny dancer

Tim Mcgraw

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 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 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

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 a seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, she married a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her, she was dancing in the sand
And now she?s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand