Tilt-A-Whirl
Tilt-A-Whirl
| The little girl |
| With unkept curls |
| She rides the Ferris Wheel. |
| Up, down and round |
| The mem'ries pound |
| She bleeds but cannot feel. |
| "Let's all go |
| To the County fair |
| Where sunny girls |
| And happy boys |
| Can live |
| Without a care" |
| When taken out |
| She'll never pout |
| She rides the bumper cars. |
| When at the Fair |
| She knows to wear |
| A smile atop the scars. |
| She stands up straight |
| Accepts her fate |
| She rides the Tilt-A-Whirl. |
| When in the town |
| They all look down |
| Abuse and anguish swirls. |
| "Such a bad little girl |
| Bend over my knee |
| It's time to pay your fee. |
| I'll get my kicks |
| With forty licks |
| And then you'll obey me!" |
| A Daddy's girl |
| When fists unfurl |
| She ride's the Logger's Flume. |
| All dressed in lace |
| She'll find a place |
| Inside a forgotten tomb. |
| "Let's all go |
| To the County Fair |
| Where happy girls |
| And sunny boys |
| Can live |
| Without a care" |
©Chikara 1995
