3 acessos
Now I, I want out of the circus
Since the girl in the blue sparkly dress
On one knee I confessed
Put and end to that exchange of glances.
Now I, I want out of the circus
That old gang of dwarves--
Sometimes, they're downright feral
When they, they been 'round that old beer barrel
The old lion's teeth
Seems like a smile to me,
With some sweet relief
I just stick my head in.
Now my tail is too ordinary
For anyone to care at all,
Not like the man repeatedly struck by lightning
When he bares his scars, we all know.
When he bares his scars, he is a star.