She was a Taxi dancer
10 cents a dance
He was a patron
And they were dance
partners
Each night he would be
there
A pocket full of tickets
Each night he looked
for her
And they danced all
night
He lived for the
dances
All day he watched the
clock
All night he danced
with her
He thought she was
special
He hoped he was too
But she was a Taxi
dancer
10 cents a dance
She liked to dance
But she liked her
commission more
He was just a
pocketful of tickets
Nothing more than a
cash cow
Who lost his heart
To a dime-a-dance girl
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