He hit the road out of nowhere, had to jump in his car and be a rider in a love game following the stars. He doesn’t need no book of wisdom, he gets no money talk at all.
She has a train going downtown, she's got a club on the moon and she's telling all her secrets in a wonderful balloon. She's the heart of the funfair; she's got him whistling her private tune.
He says, “she's a flower, I can paint her. She says, “ He's a child of the sun”
We're a part of this together, could never turn around and run. We don't need any fortune teller to know where our lucky love belongs.
And it all begins again when it ends,
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