Circus Girl

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