One More Ride On The Merry-go-round

Look at the world I have conquered,
I've won every spin of the wheel.
I get everything I go after,
They ask me how does it feel.
I tell them that I'd trade the moon
For a string with an orange balloon,
And the days when my only dream
Was a dish of vanilla ice-cream.

Give me one more chance at the midway,
Let me laugh and be gay as a clown,
Give me back the world I remember,
One more ride on the merry go round.

. . . . . .

I do my shopping in Paris,
My clothes are Balmain and Dior.
I have money to buy friends and lovers,
Well, isn't that what it's for?
But when I go to my bedroom
And stare at my hand painted sky
I think of a world far behind me,
A world that my money can't buy.

Give me one more chance at the midway,
Let me dance with my feet off the ground.
Give me back the world I remember,
One more ride on the merry go round

One more ride on the merry go round
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One more ride on the merry go round