Ten Cents A Dance

Ten Cents A Dance

Ruth Etting

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!

Written by HART, LORENZ / RODGERS, RICHARD
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., IMAGEM U.S. LLC

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