Nhạc sĩ: Barry Gibb, Maurice Gibb, Robin Gibb
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
The circus is coming to see you, the elephant smiles, everybody can hear you. Say that's out of style. My brother is friendly for reasons, if I am the same, just for four hundred seasons, we all live in rain. So I look in your face, you're only one race, yes I look in your face and I'm right. You lie just like the rest, but there's nobody best, so I look in your face and I'm right. I'll pull out your plugs, so you're small, you slide down the drain, on the steps of St. Peter's, you all look the same. So I look in your face, you're only one race, yes I look in your face and I'm right. You lie just like the rest, but there's nobody best, so I look in your face and I'm right. The circus is coming to see you, the elephant smiles, everybody can hear you. Say that's out of style. So I look in your face, you're only one race, yes I look in your face and I'm right. You lie just like the rest, but there's nobody best, so I look in your face and I'm right. You lie just like the rest, but there's nobody best, so I look in your face and I'm right.