Cleo Laine

You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you on what you say or do I'm only just beginning to see the real you And sometimes when we touch The honesty's too much a

Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, Warmer than the summer night. The clouds were like an alabaster palace, Rising to a snowy height. Each star its own Aurora Borealis, Suddenly you held me tight; I could see the midnight sun. I can't explain

Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid air. Send in the clowns. Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, One who can't move. Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns. Just when I'd stopped open