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circus girl, how could you love me |
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you're so far above me |
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you hang by your knees and your toes |
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circus girl can you even hear me |
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down in the crowd |
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your silver skirt hangs back over your breast |
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such beautiful legs and you sparkle and flirt |
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I don't mind lipstick all over my shirt |
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you fly through the air |
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you've got princess hair |
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I'm really impressed |
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circus girl you fly higher than the house of lords |
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you look serene |
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circus girl your picture cheers hospital wards |
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you met the queen |
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the ringmaster's hat is as black as a wellington boot |
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he's mean he cracks his whip |
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but if he tries to beat you or even mistreat you |
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I'll give him some lip |
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circus girl you ride wild horses running real quick |
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you smoke long cigars and you don't get sick |
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you dance on tightropes sleep on knives |
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if I married you would I want other wives |
