Send In the Clowns

Send In The Clowns - Susan Boyle (蘇珊·波伊爾)

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