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, I'm cheering loudest How could you even see me down in the crowd? Your silver skirt hangs back over your breast Got beautiful legs And you sparkle and flirt And 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 And you look serene Circus girl, your picture cheers hospital wards And 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 dares to mistreat you I'll give him some lip Circus girl, you ride wild horses running real quick You smoke long cigars and you don't get sick You dance on tightropes, sleep on knives If I married you, would I want other wives?