She's a little girl, about eighteen
Pretty as a picture, look
She sells tickets on the merry-go-round
She's the reason I'm off the ground

After every ride she walks slowly
Between the horses holding out her hand
That's the time I want to hold her
Guess I'll have to understand

Merry-go-round, you're turning my heart round
Merry-go-round, please, let me unwind
Merry-go-round, stop making me giddy
I've got to make that little girl mine

Later on, I find I'm out of money
Have to start to walk away through the stair
Then she walks on up beside me
Arm in arm we leave the fair

Spend a lovely time together
Soon I have to take her home
So we step inside her merry-go-round
Riding around in a world of our own

Merry-go-round, you're turning my heart round
Merry-go-round, please let me unwind
Merry-go-round, stop making me giddy
I've got to make that little girl mine

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