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I saw her in between fast moving scrambler cars |
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She had a stare like a twenty dollar whore |
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Now I have done my time but I would say thus far |
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I've never seen a stare like that before |
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I ambled over close enough to ask her name |
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She said, Not that it's your business, but it's Dora |
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Her bottom lip and both ears were linked by chains |
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She even had a tattoo on her aura |
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I told her that I'd like to know about her world |
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And she said, I ain't no carnival girl |
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She said, Just because I work the fair |
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And the wind of freedom blows through my hair |
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Don't mean I swing like a tilt-a-whirl |
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I may not be strung out in pearls |
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But I ain't no carnival girl |
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I ain't no carnival girl |
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She said that she would meet me in the parking lot |
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But right now she had to tug on that old handle |
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I bought a cotton candy and picked out a spot |
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And watched until the scrambler was dismantled |
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We talked until the sun came up and dried the dew |
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But talk was all we did since she insisted |
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She told me that there had only been a few |
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Exceptions to the rule since she enlisted |
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She said she'd gladly tell me all about her world |
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But she ain't no carnival girl |
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She said, Just because I work the fair |
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And the wind of freedom blows through my hair |
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Don't mean I swing like a tilt-a-whirl |
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I may not be strung out in pearls |
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But I ain't no carnival girl |
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I ain't no carnival girl |
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But I ain't no carnival girl |
