I think it must have been
July
I was done with Junior High
and the truth was sad and
strange and new
The carnival had come to
town
all us kids were hanging
round
you were working, I was
watching you
I said "Tell me, mister,
how it feels
to operate the ferris wheel"
You said I could try
And you gave me a ride on
your roller coaster
your Tunnel of Love and
your Tilt-a-whirl
you made me a mixed up,
mixed up, mixed up
made me a mixed up, mixed
up girl
Like a teenaged dragonfly
I spun against the summer sky
until the sun was almost
down
We didn't speak, we walked
along
was there, was there something wrong
it was like a film without
the sound
You took my hand and then
you ducked behind a couple trailer-trucks
where no one was around
And you gave me a ride on
your roller coaster
your Tunnel of Love and
your Tilt-a-whirl
you made me a mixed up,
mixed up, mixed up
made me a mixed up, mixed
up girl
na, na, na, na, na, na,
na
I hurried home with my hair
full of leaves
drunken and reckless and
free
but as I ran faster, the
crowd seemed to be
jeering and leering and
laughing at me
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha ..."
© Heather Eatman, 1996
