Blue jean baby, L.A. lady
Simpsons for the band
Pretty eyes, a palace of mine
You marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Dancing in the sand
Now cheerin' me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my head
Yeah
Jesus free, out on the sea
Hey, hey, take it down
Come on my God heart
Turn it back
A cheat top life
The bullies ball, it'll knock us out fast
Cut into my hand
Make me stand
In the auditorium
Lookin' on, she sang a song The words she knows, the tune she hums
I really feel like I ain't here With no one near, only you
And you gotta tell me Well, I feel so lonely, so lonely
Only you
All the clubs are tryin' to dance us Countin' headlocks on the highway
Lady Donna, she's so lady You had a busy day today
All the clubs are tryin' to dance us
Countin' headlocks on the highway Lady Donna, she's so lady
You had a busy day today
Mr. HCA
Mr. HCA
ar
Blue-teethed baby
Hell-played lady
Singer for the band
Pretty eyes
A pilot's smile
You married a music fan
By the marina
In Pasadena
She was dancing on the sand
Now she lives
Hell-played lady
Tiny little baby
She's dancing in my head
I really feel
The light here
There's no one there
Only you
And you can hear me
When I break sadly
Slowly
I hold you close
And try to dance her
Count the friends
On the highway
Lady, darling
She is living
You had a busy day
Today
Heart break
I've lost some time to dance, son
I've got the curb locked on the highway
Lady got cheeks of linen
Got half a picket plate today
I've got the curb locked on the highway
Oh, yeah!
I've got the curb locked on the highway