Send In The Clowns - Susan Boyle
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air.
Where are the clowns?
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again
With my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there.
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear.
But, where are the clowns?there all to be clowns
Send in the clowns.
won't a surprise
oh come for sales
I can't feel about you what you feel about me
I only know what did I say that drift about your way
what a surpise,what a condition
Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career.
And where are the clowns?sending the clowns