RIBBONS
Lyrics by Mark Yanko
3/7/03
Copyright 2003 Mark Yanko
All Rights Reserved.

She wears ribbons in her hair,
Nothing precious, nothing rare,
Goes to church
And acts on her confessions.

Life is like a circus wheel,
Live is never what you feel,
Life is like a wheel
That keeps on turning.

She gives tea and cinnamon,
Then she asks you where you've been
Wednesday's Child
Has never worked for her living.

Life is like a circus wheel,
Live is never what you feel,
Life is like a wheel
That keeps on turning.

Once I was in love with you,
Carried crosses just for you,
Now I carry crosses
For me only.

Life is like a circus wheel,
Live is never what you feel,
Life is like a wheel
That keeps on turning.