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I work at the Palace ballroom, but gee that palace is cheap
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When I get back to my chillly hallroom, I'm much too tired to sleep
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I'm one of those lady teachers, a beautiful hostess you know;
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One that the palace features, at exactly a dime a throw.
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Ten cents a dance, that's what they pay me
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Gosh how they weigh me down.
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Ten cents a dance, pansies and rough guys, tough guys who tear my gown.
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Seven to midnight I hear drums, loudly the saxophone blows,
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Trumpets are tearing my ear-drums, customers crush my toes.
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Sometimes I think, I've found my hero
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But it's a queer romance;
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All that you need is a ticket,
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Come on big boy, ten cents a dance.
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Fighters and sailers and bow-legged tailors
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can pay for their tickets & rent me
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Butchers and barbers and rats from the harbour
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are sweethearts my good luck has sent me
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Thought I've a chorus of elderly bows
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stockings are porous with holes at the toes
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I'm here till closing time
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Dance and be merry it's only a dime
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Sometimes I think, I've found my hero
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But it's a queer romance;
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All that you need is a ticket.
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Come on, come on big boy, ten cents a dance.
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Ten cents a dance
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| Ella |
