A Dime a Dance.

I'm one of those lady teachers,
a beautiful hostess you know;
One that the palace features,
at exactly a dime a throw.

Hold my hands as I stand on your feet.
We sway to the bittersweet tune,
the phonograph cheering us on.
I don't worry about crushing your toes
safe inside your steel-toed boots.

Ten cents a dance, that's what they pay me,
Gosh how they weigh me down.

I can't see your face in your helmet,
but I know you're smiling.
You have that rhythm about you.
The way your thumb fits in my hand
is all you need to trip the light fantastic.

All that you need is a ticket,
come on, big boy, ten cents a dance.

I watch as the world slips by,
through our fingers it seems.
We mean nothing to it
and it means nothing to us.
As I would spend forever here with you.

I'm here 'till closing time
Dance and be merry it's only a dime.

Please don't put me down just yet
The song hasn't finished
I don't like the view from here
without you
Even though the phonograph died
almost ten long years ago.

Sometimes I think, I've found my hero
But it's a queer romance;

The death of the phonograph
marked your going away.
Even though you had gone
so much longer before that.