Ruth Etting — Ten Cents A Dance lyrics

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
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/ruth-etting-ten-cents-a-dance-lyrics.html ]

Songwriters: HART, LORENZ/RODGERS, RICHARD
Ten Cents A Dance lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., IMAGEM U.S. LLC