Now I
I want out of the circus
Since the girl in the blue sparkly dress
On one knee I confessed
Put an 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’ve been around that old beer barrel
The old lion’s teeth
It seems like a smile to me
With some sweet relief
I just stick my head in
Now my tale
It’s too ordinary
For anyone to care at all
Not like the man repeatedly struck by lighting
When he bears his scars, we all know
When he bears his scars, he is a star