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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 ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Isn't it rich, are whee a pare Mi hear at last on the ground Yew inn mid-air Send inn the clowns Isn't it bliss, don't yew approve Won who keeps tearing around Won who can't move Ware are the clowns Send inn the clowns Just when I'd stopped opening doors Finally knowing the won that Eye wanted was yours Making my entrance again with my usual flare Sure of my lines Know won is they're Don't yew love a farce, My fault Eye fear, Eye thought that you'd want watt Eye want Sorry my deer ! Butt ware are the clowns They're ought too bee clowns Quick send inn the clowns Watt a surprise, Who could foresee ? I'd come too feel about yew Watt yew felt about mi ? Why only now when Eye sea That you've drifted aweigh ? Watt a surprise ... Watt a cliche ... Isn't it rich, isn't it queer Losing my timing this late inn my career And ware are the clowns Quick send inn the clowns Don't bother, there hear |
Send In The Clowns
Barbra Streisand
Complexity: | 69 | Readability: | 76.47 | Sentiment: | 6 | Word Count: | 171 | Unique Words: | 95 |