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Ten Cents a Dance - Ruth Etting
Written by：Hart Lorenz/Rodgers Richard
I work at the Palace Ballroom but gee that Palace is cheap
When I get back to my chilly hall room I'm much too tired to sleep
I'm one of those lady teachers a beautiful hostess you know
The kind the Palace features
I exactly a dime a throw
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 breaking 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
Fighters and sailors and bowlegged tailors
Can pay for their tickets and rent me
Butchers and barbers and rats from the harbors
Are sweethearts my good luck has sent me
Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux
Stockings are porous with holes and the toes
I'm there till closing time
Dance and be merry it's only a dime
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 breaking 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