Not one soul on earth could ever contain her,
She was a little bit crazy , a born entertainer..
She lives by the sea in a small little town, she knows them all for she's their clown.
She'll sing you a song if you show her some doe,
Find on a Tuesdays, it's an incredible show!
And You won't ever see her unhappy for she hides it so well,
She's carrying the world though no one can tell.
This girl works solo, but she likes a full choir,
How she draws you in, it's an incredible power.
"Fake it to make" it I hear her say,
I can put on a smile if they are willing to pay.
She holds the audience In the palm of her hand,
To them she's the happiest lass in the land.
In awe of her talent, her energy will boost you,
A standing ovation is something shed use too.
But in the early hours when she gets home,
Though she's so loved, she so very alone.
She can't share this burden for it can not be,
That this lively girl could be unhappy.
So just next time look, see behind the mask,
Cos pretending each day must be a strenuous task.
I could go on and on, trying to explain her,
And her crazy life as our towns entertainer.
The ups the downs, the crazy nights that don't end,
And her amazing ability to always pretend.
But she's on real soon so I must go,
Go see her yourself.. and then you will know.
Your going to love her you won't complain..
For this girl was clearly was born to entertain.