Susan Boyle — Send In the Clowns

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Isn’t it rich? Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Send in the clowns

Isn’t it bliss? Don’t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
One who can’t move
Where are the clowns?

Send in the clowns
Just when I’d stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair

Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don’t you love a farce?
My fault, I fear

I thought that you’d want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns

Quick send in the clowns
What a surprise
Who could foresee?
I’d come to feel about you

What you felt about me
Why only now when I see
That you’ve drifted away?
What a surprise

What a cliche
Isn’t it rich? Isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns?

Quick, send in the clowns
Don’t bother; they’re here