Circus Queen from Teenage Terrorism by The Distractions

Sharp as a rose
Powders her nose
Elegant pose
Pointing her toes
Fits like a glove
Don’t call it love

Blackens his cheeks
He never speaks
King of the freaks
Counting the weeks
Bends every fact
High-wire act

I never want the dog days of summer to end
We own the sun and isn’t it fun to pretend
Her hair is curled, this whole rotten world is our friend
We’re both trendy panic attacks

Her smile sells
Bloody lapels
Jesus compels
Whatever sells
Knobbly knees
Swing the trapeze

Clowns always crawl
Towards every mall
Summer to fall
I lose it all
Leaves on the ground
While she is crowned

I’ll never last as long as forever will seem
He won’t regret his conscience forgetting a dream
Cold bowls of ramen are far too common a theme
These bright demons won’t disappear

Now I’m alone
Hear the crowd moan
Pick up the phone
Speak at the tone
She doesn’t sing
Exit the ring

He’ll be okay
He’ll be okay
He’ll be okay
He’ll be okay
High wire snaps
Audience claps

• Alternative
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