Ten Cents a Dance by Ray Charles

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I work at the Palace ballroom, but gee that palace is cheap When I get back to my chillly hallroom, I’m much too tired to sleep I’m one of those lady teachers, a beautiful hostess you know; One that the palace features, at 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 tearing my ear-drums, 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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