I don’t know why my baby loves clowns Whose painted on tears never fall down. I don’t know what she sees in their eyes. Perhaps the line tween horror/surprise.
I don’t know why my baby can’t sing… Why Carnival music isn’t her thing. It fills my head when I’m at the fair. Searching for clues in clowns everywhere.
I don’t know why she screams at night… I hope it’s not why she holds me so tight Cause I’m the type I’m weak for love. Carnival music I rise above.
Is it the pain or is it the fear? For some Carnival crime from yesteryears? Maybe it’s you, maybe I’ll never know. Maybe it’s me, baby let go.
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the kings horses and all the kings men, tried and they tried, but she fell down again.
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall… She went to her shrink, ended up at the mall. Humpty Dumpty wanted it all.