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 between horror/surprise.

I don’t know why my baby can’t sing… Why carnival music isn’t her thing. Songs fill 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 fears? For some carnival crimes 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…. Went to her shrink, ended up at the mall. Humpty Dumpty wanted it all.