She'll fix you with an iron cross. And cover you up with petals. And hang you up with some amber beads. And four or five precious metals. And in that black flamingo chair. You'll sit among her trophies. And pray to be abandoned. Till you don't know what hope is. CHORUS:. But there's one thing that I had to keep inside. Because I was shaking. Why don't you get some pride. There was a clown strike. And the clowns threw down their tools. But you don't have to play so hard. And I'm nobody's fool. You don't have to go so far. 'Cause I love you as you are. The big top is deserted now. And the circus girl rehearses. She knows how to turn their heads. And not fall between two horses. But all that seems a simple step. If only I were able. To love you like I want to do. And not by some times table. CHORUS. And it's pandemonium. For the humble and the mighty. You don't have to tumble for me. Even a clown knows when to strike. Tell me what you want of me. Or are you terrified of failure?. You put on a superstitious face. Behind all this paraphernalia. We're not living in a masquerade. Where you only have three wishes. It isn't easy to see. In a lifetime of mistaken kisses. CHORUS. In this pandemonium. For the humble and the mighty. You don't have to tumble for me.