| She gave away all her love | |
| No reason to keep it | |
| She'd saved it for only one | |
| But he didn't need it | |
| And downtown the midnight circus | |
| Hypnotised like a spinning top | |
| Offering dreams, like the gloss magazines | |
| She had so much to give so she gave it away | |
| And all of the loves you've known | |
| There must have been someone | |
| Who gave you that starry night | |
| And whose gonna point the finger | |
| Only those who never known | |
| She lost and she cried, the tears run dry | |
| She had so much to give so she gave it away | |
| Mary was like you and | |
| I She remembers how she lay with him | |
| But to the world she's just a drunken cheap trick | |
| Red light side kick, an angel downtown | |
| The priest calls her | |
| Wednesdays | |
| And shows her a wooden cross | |
| He tells of the love he's found | |
| She thinks of the one she lost | |
| And downtown the midnight circus | |
| Hypnotised like a spinning top | |
| So easy to choose when there's nothing to lose | |
| She had so much to give so she gave it away |