Paint A Lady

Paint A Lady - Susan Christie

Night has fallen quickly

On the carnival in town

The cotton candy maker

Is the last to leave the ground

Shuts his tiny wagon

And goes to a room somewhere

His life's like cotton candy

An illusion not much there

Another man is working

In a park across the town

With pointed stick he picks

Up paper scattered on the ground

Slowly does he walk and vent

His feet they are so sore

There's no one to complain to

Though he's tried at times before

Tick tock

Time comes and then it's gone

Tick tock

In the end it's faced alone

Paint a lady dressed

Up in the finest sequin gown

Colour her your favourite shade of yellow

Pink and brown

Paint a lady

Give her strands of tinsel all her own

Then you will not have

To go on living life alone

Still another standing

On the corner of the street

People glance but hurry by

For fear their eyes might meet

He sells his red balloon

So he'll sleep in a bed at night

He'll chance he'll have one

For there's no parade in sight

Tick tock

Time comes and then it's gone

Tick tock

In the end it's faced alone

Paint a lady dressed up

In the finest sequin gown

Colour her your favourite shade of yellow

Pink and brown

Paint a lady give her strands

Of tinsel all her own

Then you will not have to go

On living life alone