Send In The Clowns Lyrics

	作词 : Stephen Sondheim
	作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
	Isn't it rich?
	Are we a pair?
	Me here at last on the ground,
	You in mid-air,
	Where are the clowns?
	Isn't it bliss?
	Don't you approve?
	One who keeps tearing around,
	One who can't move,
	Where are the clowns?
	There ought to be clowns?
	Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
	Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
	Making my entrance again with my usual flair
	Sure of my lines
	No one is there
	Don't you love farce?
	My fault, I fear
	I thought that you'd want what I want
	Sorry, my dear!
	But where are the clowns
	Send in the clowns
	Don't bother, they're here
	Isn't it rich?
	Isn't it queer?
	Losing my timing this late in my career
	But where are the clowns?
	There ought to be clowns
	Well, maybe next year

	zuo ci : Stephen Sondheim
	zuo qu : Stephen Sondheim
	Isn' t it rich?
	Are we a pair?
	Me here at last on the ground,
	You in mid-air,
	Where are the clowns?
	Isn' t it bliss?
	Don' t you approve?
	One who keeps tearing around,
	One who can' t move,
	Where are the clowns?
	There ought to be clowns?
	Just when I' d stopped opening doors,
	Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
	Making my entrance again with my usual flair
	Sure of my lines
	No one is there
	Don' t you love farce?
	My fault, I fear
	I thought that you' d want what I want
	Sorry, my dear!
	But where are the clowns
	Send in the clowns
	Don' t bother, they' re here
	Isn' t it rich?
	Isn' t it queer?
	Losing my timing this late in my career
	But where are the clowns?
	There ought to be clowns
	Well, maybe next year

	zuò cí : Stephen Sondheim
	zuò qǔ : Stephen Sondheim
	Isn' t it rich?
	Are we a pair?
	Me here at last on the ground,
	You in mid-air,
	Where are the clowns?
	Isn' t it bliss?
	Don' t you approve?
	One who keeps tearing around,
	One who can' t move,
	Where are the clowns?
	There ought to be clowns?
	Just when I' d stopped opening doors,
	Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
	Making my entrance again with my usual flair
	Sure of my lines
	No one is there
	Don' t you love farce?
	My fault, I fear
	I thought that you' d want what I want
	Sorry, my dear!
	But where are the clowns
	Send in the clowns
	Don' t bother, they' re here
	Isn' t it rich?
	Isn' t it queer?
	Losing my timing this late in my career
	But where are the clowns?
	There ought to be clowns
	Well, maybe next year

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