The Carousel Horse

I have a song stuck in my headit goes round and roundlike a carousel horse.
A pretty pink ponywith dead, lifeless eyesriding the musicinside of my mind.
I have a song, stuck in my headit goes round and roundlike a carousel horse.
It goes up and downas the carousel turnsits dead lifeless eyesblind to delight.
I have a song, stuck in my headit goes round and roundlike a carousel horse.
Its pretty pink hideis starting to crackas it rises and fallsmoving forwards and back.
I have a song, stuck in my headit goes round and roundlike a carousel horse.
A pretty pink pony,breaking apart,filling the air withglitter and death.
I had a song, stuck in my headit went round and roundlike a carousel horse.
Now the pretty pink ponywith dead lifeless eyeslies shattered and still,the music is gone.