Deborah ConwaynWay abovenThe clouds are blacknThey say it's gonna pour but I haven't been keeping tracknSo now we're herenIn this cagenThe Ferris wheel of love, my love what a charadenIt's been a long time since anyone meant what they saidnOne step forwardnTwo steps backwardnI won't wrestle, you won't talk backnThree deep breaths I'm still alive and brilliantnnTurn aroundnAnd be politenI'm so sick of I listening to your crap about the breasts you likenLook at menI am restrainednI'm not screaming like some jealous adolescent here in vainnSo you got menOn this ridenWhat was it darling what exactly did you have in mindnFerris wheelnUp and downnIs this some dumb metaphor to tell me you're not hanging round