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.
Sometime 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.
Lyrics by Lorenz Hart
10 cents a dance indeed.
ReplyDeleteBut what goes on in the Back Room is gonna cost ya.
She looks as if she is dreading what comes next and at 10 cents a dance she knows it isnt worth it
ReplyDeletehe just whispered in her ear, "All I have is check."
ReplyDeleteA pansy once ripped my gown thinking he could fit his huge ass INTO it!
ReplyDeleteI told him, "You're no size 6, girl!"
Diners Club? Who takes Diners Club?
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