hundreds of lions roaring at their cagennshe and i go dancing by in sequins, unscathednnyou must believe us if we act like we're in lovennwe're professional acrobats and we like it dangerousnnnnbut in the moment before i hit that pool, i wondernnam i doing the fooling, or am i the fool?nnnnthere's a risknnthere's a twistnnin anything worth doingnnif you're caughtnndoing what's propernnyou better stop before you ruin itnnnnshe and i were circus lovers, cannonball, somersault, splitnnwe were made to smile in sawdust and mean every word of itnnnothing turned us on more than to turn every eyenndah dah dum dah deedle-dy doonnnnbut in the moment before the curtain dropped, i wonderednnwhy am i always the bottom, and never the top?nnnnthere's a risknnthere's a twistnnin anything worth doingnnif you're caughtnndoing what's propernnyou better stop before you ruin itnnnni regretnnoh i fretnnthat i could never tell the truthnnbut the act nnwas more practicalnnif i just kept on doing itnnnnhundreds of lions sleeping silent in their cagennstriped canvas folds, bright satin fadesnnwild animals have to roam free and farnndespite the occasional tie-up, she was never one for barsnnnnbut in our tattoo-ed bodies we'll keep a partnnof the freak show our mothers warned us aboutnnnnthere's a risknnthere's a twistnnin anything worth doingnnif you're caughtnndoing what's propernnyou better stop before you ruin itnnnni regretnnoh i fretnnthat i could never tell you the truthnnbut we livennwith what we're givennnoh! and i will always believe nnin love