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 been 'round that old be barrel
The old lion's teeth
Seems like a smile to me
With some sweet relief
I just stick my head in
Now my tale it too ordinary
For anyone to care at all
Not like the man repeatedly struck by lightning
When he bares his scars, we all know
When he bares his scars, he is a star
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