Lyrics

Ten cents a dance, that's what they pay me Gosh, how they weigh me down Ten cents a dance, drifters and rough guys Tough guys who tear my gown Seven to midnight I hear drums Loudly the saxophone blows Trumpets are tearing my eardrums Customers crush my toes Sometimes I think I've found my hero But it's a queer romance All that you need is a ticket Come on, come on, big boy, ten cents a dance Ten cents a dance Ten cents a dance
Writer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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