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Ten cents a dance, that's what they pay meGosh, how they weigh me downTen cents a dance, pansies and rough guysTough guys who tear my gownSeven to midnight I hear drumsLoudly the saxophone blowsTrumpets are tearing my eardrumsCustomers crush my toesSometimes I think I've found my heroBut it's a queer romanceAll that you need is a ticketCome on, big boy, ten cents a dance!
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"Ten Cents a Dance" as written by Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers
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