| She’s a little girl, about eighteen
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| Pretty as a picture, look
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| She sells tickets on the merry-go-round
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| She’s the reason I’m off the ground
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| After every ride she walks slowly
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| Between the … holding out her hand
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| That’s the time I want to hold her
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| Guess I’ll have to understand
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| Merry-go-round, you’re turning my heart round
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| Merry-go-round, please let me unwind
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| Merry-go-round, stop making me giddy
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| I’ve got to make that little girl mine
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| Later on I find I’m out of money
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| Have to start to walk away through the stair
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| Then she walks on up beside me
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| Arm in arm we leave the fair
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| Spend a lovely time together
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| Soon I have to take her home
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| So we step inside her merry-go-round
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| Riding around in a world of our own
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| Merry-go-round, you’re turning my heart round
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| Merry-go-round, please let me unwind
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| Merry-go-round, stop making me giddy
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| I’ve got to make that little girl mine |