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Ten cents a dance, that’s 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 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, big boy, ten cents a dance!
—
“Ten Cents a Dance” as written by Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., IMAGEM U.S. LLC
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