Deborah Conway   Way above   The clouds ane black   They say it's gonna pour but I haven't been keeping track   So now we're here   In this cage   The Ferris wheel of love, my love what a charade   It's been a long time since anyone meant what they said   One step forward   Two steps backward   I won't wrestle, you won't talk back   Three deep breaths I'm still alive and brilliant   Turn around   And be polite   I'm so sick of I listening to your crap about the breasts you like   Look at me   I am restrained   I'm not screaming like some jealous adolescent here in vain   So you got me   On this ride   What was it darling what exactly did you have in mind   Ferris wheel   Up and down   Is this some dumb metaphor to tell me you're not hanging round