A two-man carnival show just rolled into town Lord, Lord, I love a circus Can't wait to ride on their merry-go-round and around and around they spin the music they've played and the places they've been
Lights turned on Here comes a song from the puppets on the stage Marionettes play their own strings
My! Aren't they marvelous toys to be looked at They sing of the times they were searching for home We come to the show and dreams of the places they seem to know We come to the show and curse our wishing star And all their songs say "The grass is greenest where you are"
Sally looks down at the painted ladies from her third story walk-up window gauging in colors the lovers they've had and wondering if they've been to Paris or anywhere other than homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
