Ruth Etting
Ruth Etting - Ten Cents A Dance songtekst
Je score:
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
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Copyrights:
Auteur: Hart, Rodgers, Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers
Componist: ?
Publisher: Claremont Records
Meer info:
- Land: Verenigde Staten
Deze songtekst wordt hier getoond met toestemming van de Federatie van Muziekauteurs en Uitgevers (Femu).