I'm sorry miss lonely but I've got places to go and people to to see,
And your just standing around dragging your feet,
I'm a man who acts spontaniously,
And you're complaining about how i don't know what I want to be.
The jokers and the clowns are the same,
And your still a little girl by any other name,.
Still you tear me apart with the mention of you and your game,
In the twisted arena you play with the men who are boys by any other name.
Well your the lonely one now,
After wipeing the paint from all the boys pretending to be clowns,
And then you'll realise the real friends you let down,
In their time of need you just moved on and let them slip down,
A girl with a goal and everything is left to be trampled on the ground,
But what are you going to do when theres no one left around,
When you'er all alone and you're the clown,
Don't come calling me babe, I won't be in town.
