"Dance: Ten; Looks: Three" from "A Chorus Line"

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Dance: ten; looks: three,
And I'm still on unemployment,
Dancing for my own enjoyment.
That ain't it, kid!
That ain't it, kid!

Dance: ten; looks: three
Is like to die.
Left the the'ter
And called the doctor
for my appointment to buy

Tits and ass.
Bought myself a fancy pair
Tightened up the derriere.
Did the nose with it,
All that goes with it.

Tits and ass!
Had the bingo-bongos done.
Suddenly I'm getting Nash'nal tours!

Tits and ass
Won't get you jobs
Unless they're yours.

Didn't cost a fortune, neither.
Didn't hurt my sex life, either.

Flat and sassy,
I would get the strays and losers.
Beggars really can't be choosers.
That ain't it, kid!
That ain't it, kid!

Fix the chasis,
"How do you do!"
Life turned into an
Endless medley of
"Gee, it had to be you."
Why?

Tits and ass.
Where the cupboard once was bare,
Now you knock and someone's there.
You have got 'em, hey!
Top to bottom, hey!

It;s a gas!
Just a dash of silicone.
Shake your new maracas and you're fine!

Tits and as
Can change your life.
They sure changed mine.

Have it all done!
Honey, take my word.
Grab a cab, c'mon,
See the wizard on
Park and Seventy Third for

Tits and ass.
Orchestra and balcony.
What they want is what cha see.
Keep the best of you,
Do the rest of you.

Pits or class,
I have never seen it fail.
Debutante or chorus girl or wife.

Tits and ass,
Yes, tits and ass
Have changed my life!