This is lovely, lovely paragraph text which we all hope you thoroughly enjoy. 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.
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- 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 say softly slowly