I take the napkin that you drop
And I know the love will never stop
We walk down and pass those trees
I have this secret, just you and me
I will tell you, on a count of three
A million clowns, a million jokers
They never make me laugh
But your presence next to me, it answers that I’m in love
I take you home
We stand at your door
I really hope you feel the same way
I look into your eyes waiting for a kiss
Then you say you never loved me
It breaks my heart, I hope you notice
Before I leave, I’ll tell you once again
A million clowns, a million jokers they never make me laugh
But your presence next to me, it answers that I’m in love
Something in my mind must be changed
I wish I have a better luck, a better life!
Ballads of The Cliche
