|I Know What The Bearded Ladies Say.|
Ring leader voice, speaking: "Come one! Come all! To see the tight-rope walking beauty, the ballerina of the sky...!"
Watch me walking in the sky,
on this tight rope way up high.
Take a moment,
dont look down....
Ignore the scary-looking clown.
On tip toes i get my way.
And then the bearded ladies say:
Maybe moving faster,
will keep waiting gators from disaster,
or you give them a wink and glide along.
Let them know they've got you... all wrong.
Keep your balance for the amused.
Let them feel that you've been used.
Pretty colours, lights shining bright,
taint the tents all drenched in white.
Bliss in the empty rise and fall
of melodies in tinkering plight.
I promise if you close your eyes- it will be all right.
And I know everyone will give me praise.
I have my tricks, I have my ways.
Monkeys dance in a rhythmic daze.
But then the bearded ladies say:
Ring leader speaking: "Oh..oh...oh no! The fallen beauty, Ladies and Gentleman. But don't you worry! Up next is the Fire eating Mistress who will not dissapoint you!!"
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