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Ella Fitzgerald - Ten Cents a Dance lyrics
I work at the palace ballroom, but gee that palace is cheap When I get back to my chillly hallroom, Im much too tired to sleep Im one of those lady teachers, a beautiful hostess you know; One that the palace features, at exactly a dime a throw. Ten cents a dance, thats what they pay me Gosh how they weigh me down. Ten cents a dance, pansies and rough guys, tough guys who tear my gown. Seven to midnight I hear drums, loudly the saxophone blows, Trumpets are tearing my ear-drums, customers crush my toes. Sometimes I think, Ive found my hero But its a queer romance; All that you need is a ticket, Come on big boy, ten cents a dance. Fighters and sailers and bow-legged tailors Can pay for their tickets & rent me Butchers and barbers and rats from the harbour Are sweethearts my good luck has sent me Thought Ive a chorus of elderly bows Stockings are porous with holes at the toes Im here till closing time Dance and be merry its only a dime Sometimes I think, Ive found my hero But its a queer romance; All that you need is a ticket. Come on, come on big boy, ten cents a dance. |
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