Russell Crowe - Circus Lyrics
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Circus
Circus Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Circus By Russell Crowe?
I went to the circus
To waste some time The barker was yelling what's on So I laid up my money And I waited in line The circus was just like home The crowd had gathered So I walked on by To backstage places unknown I could tell by the fire And the moon and the sky The circus was just like home There were animal cages And animal tails Woman who move like a poem With their vampire faces And beautiful nails The circus felt just like home The strong man was dancing In the clothes that he borrowed from a girl in the chorus line And the gypsy was drinking like there's no tomorrow with the Ringmaster who was drinkng faster Blessing everybody with wine Behind at the lion tamer running around Looking like a Christian in Rome They were loading the cannon with the Portuguese clown And the circus was just like home The strong man was dancing in the clothes that he borrowed From a girl in the chorus line And the gypsy was drinking like there's no tomorrow with the Ringmaster who was drinkng faster Blessing everybody with wine I went to the circus It was cash in advance The barker was yelling what's on He said come to the circus You can smell the romance See all the tigers and elephants dance Thousands of suckers paid up for the chance And the circus was just like home30 Odd Foot of Grunts Lyrics Index |
Who Wrote Circus By Russell Crowe?
Don Walker, Michael Smotherman
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