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