Isn't it rich,. Aren't we a pair. Me here at last on the ground,. You in mid-air. Send in the clowns. Isn't it bliss,. Don't you approve. One who keeps tearing around,.
(s. fain/connors-robbins). . Be brave little one. Make a wish for each sad little tear. Hold your head up though no one is near. Someone's waiting for you.
.2, 3, 4!. . VERSE 1:. Well if I looked all over this world. I don't think I would find someone so true. Someone like you. oh and I know it may be too late.
Isn't it rich, are we a pair. Me here atlast on the ground, you in midair. Where are the clowns. . Isn't it bliss, don't you approve. One who keeps taring around, one who can't move.