Circus Girl

Circus Girl

circus girl, how could you love me

you're so far above me

you hang by your knees and your toes

circus girl can you even hear me

down in the crowd

your silver skirt hangs back over your breast

such beautiful legs and you sparkle and flirt

I don't mind lipstick all over my shirt

you fly through the air

you've got princess hair

I'm really impressed

circus girl you fly higher than the house of lords

you look serene

circus girl your picture cheers hospital wards

you met the queen

the ringmaster's hat is as black as a wellington boot

he's mean he cracks his whip

but if he tries to beat you or even mistreat you

I'll give him some lip

circus girl you ride wild horses running real quick

you smoke long cigars and you don't get sick

you dance on tightropes sleep on knives

if I married you would I want other wives