Coloured baloons burst
It’s like a curse
Wet confetti disintegrate
It is like their fate
Bright paints chip and peel,
The rust sets in on the big wheel. Candied apples are soon eaten
Hopes are crushed and dreams are beaten,
Spin away ...
Coloured balloons burst
Coloured balloons burst
It’s like a curse.
Wet confetti disintegrate
It is like their fate.
Whipped dreams melt like ice cream would under a bright sunbeam.
There’s a price to pay,
life’s a vain ride in a sad funfair.
Spin away...
Eyes open wide, Little Sister,
Mouth shut, tongue-tied, little Sister Legs together, knickers high,
When you spin ...
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