Merry-go-round کے بول

She's a little girl, about eighteen Pretty as a picture, look She sells tickets on the merry-go-round She's the reason I'm off the ground After every ride she walks slowly Between the horses holding out her hand That's the time I want to hold her Guess I'll have to understand Merry-go-round, you're turning my heart round Merry-go-round, please, let me unwind Merry-go-round, stop making me giddy I've got to make that little girl mine Later on, I find I'm out of money Have to start to walk away through the stair Then she walks on up beside me Arm in arm we leave the fair Spend a lovely time together Soon I have to take her home So we step inside her merry-go-round Riding around in a world of our own Merry-go-round, you're turning my heart round Merry-go-round, please let me unwind Merry-go-round, stop making me giddy I've got to make that little girl mine