Paint a Lady

Night has fallen quickly on the carnival in town The cotton candy maker is the last to leave the ground Shuts his tiny wagon and goes to a room somewhere His life's like cotton candy, an illusion not much there Another man is working in a park across the town With pointed stick he picks up paper scattered on the ground Slowly does he walk and vent, his feet they are so sore There's no one to complain to, though he's tried at times before Tick tock Time comes and then it's gone Tick tock In the end it's faced alone Paint a lady dressed up in the finest sequin gown Colour her your favourite shade of yellow, pink and brown Paint a lady, give her strands of tinsel all her own Then you will not have to go on living life alone Still another standing on the corner of the street People glance but hurry by, for fear their eyes might meet He sells his red balloon so he'll sleep in a bed at night He'll chance he'll have one for there's no parade in sight Tick tock Time comes and then it's gone Tick tock In the end it's faced alone Paint a lady dressed up in the finest sequin gown Colour her your favourite shade of yellow, pink and brown Paint a lady, give her strands of tinsel all her own Then you will not have to go on living life alone