In the heart of the night,
she smiles like Mardi Gras,
spinning in a dizzy haze.

Her circus head giggles,
it's a friendly disease,
catching colours from the air.

So with your hands upon the hips
of the dancing flesh,
she's a carnival.
And when it's lip to lip
in a surprise time kiss,

<center>She's a carnival.</center>

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Mosaic eye, gypsy eye,
glowing as it dazzles.
She's a portrait of a poison,
for you to quench your thirst.
A portrait of a poison.

<center>Siouxsie and the Banshee's : She's a Carnival</center>