Thin Man کے بول

I've been avoiding the circus Afraid the trapeze might fall down You say the fall will not hurt us 'cause the net stands apart from the ground... (chorus) So there you go for the rings Legs entwined and circling Height of the backside swing Arms reaching beckoning me But I am the thin man All skin and bones Am I qualified for the job? Or better off alone Sleeping in a bed of leaves Scarecrow where all the birds are thieves... Meanwhile, back at the circus You seeing as the pendulum flies Watched by ten thousand eyes