Текст песни Ten Cents a Dance - Helen O'Connell

Ten cents a dance, that's what they pay me
Gosh, how they weigh me down
Ten cents a dance, drifters 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, come on, big boy, ten cents a dance

Ten cents a dance
Ten cents a dance