| It was five years ago at the carnival | 
| While I was pitching my tent | 
| I was approached by a carnie girl | 
| And oh, she seemed Heaven sent | 
| Her eyes were like diamonds | 
| And lips, they were full and red | 
| And her hair, a black forest | 
| Swung from her head | 
| My heart skipped a beat | 
| And I felt complete | 
| As I gazed into her eyes | 
| And then when I turned around | 
| I found she was gone | 
| We never said goodbye | 
| It wad four years ago at the carnvial | 
| As I was counting my pence | 
| There next to me was a clown girl | 
| From one of the old clowning tents | 
| Her stilts made her so tall | 
| Like a mime, said nothing at all | 
| But her smile was the sweetest I can recall | 
| My heart skipped a beat | 
| And I felt complete | 
| As I gazed into her eyes | 
| And then when I turned around | 
| I found she was gone | 
| We never said goodbye | 
| It was three years ago at the carnival | 
| As I prepared for the show | 
| Suddenly growling there next to me | 
| Was an awesome and fierce wendigo | 
| Her mouth dripped with red | 
| The blood from something she bled | 
| And her antlers were the tallest I’ve ever known | 
| My heart skipped a beat | 
| And I felt complete | 
| As I gazed into her eyes | 
| And then when I turned around | 
| I found she was gone | 
| We never said goodbye | 
| What kind of man am I? | 
| That I fall in love | 
| With so many women at a time | 
| Leaves me wondering | 
| What kind of love is mine | 
| It’s fickle and grounded | 
| And lives in the skies | 
| In the skies, in the skies, in the skies | 
| My love, it lives in the skies | 
| In the skies | 
| It was two years ago at the carnival | 
| I freed unicorns from a sack | 
| I ran into a succubus | 
| With great mighty wings on her back | 
| When she waved, then I said «Wow! | 
| It feels just like a blizzard now» | 
| But she raided my soul | 
| And looted my heart somehow | 
| My heart skipped a beat | 
| And I felt complete | 
| As I gazed into her eyes | 
| And then when I turned around | 
| I found she was gone | 
| We never said goodbye | 
| It was one year ago at a carnival | 
| As I put bats in a bin | 
| Up to my tent came a cavegirl | 
| Bedecked in an animal skin | 
| I was intrigued by this legend | 
| From some kind of league | 
| As more of her flesh | 
| Was outside of her vesture than in | 
| My heart skipped a beat | 
| And I felt complete | 
| As I gazed into her eyes | 
| And then when I turned around | 
| I found she was gone | 
| We never said goodbye | 
| It was just yesterday at the Masquerade | 
| As I was tending my flock | 
| When a Victorian Pirate Queen | 
| Sidled up to the dock | 
| I said «Well hello! | 
| You’re someone that I’d like to know» | 
| And just then I heard midnight | 
| Chime on the clock | 
| She skipped not a beat | 
| My shock was complete | 
| As she gazed into my eyes | 
| And then she said to me | 
| «Don't you realize? | 
| It’s me, it’s me | 
| Don’t you see? | 
| Can’t you see? | 
| The carnie, the clown girl | 
| The wendigo, succubus, cavegirl and queen?» | 
| What kind of lass is she? | 
| That I’d fall in love | 
| With the same woman time after time | 
| When you fall in love with a girl like her | 
| Know you’ll have to learn | 
| To see through the disguise | 
| The disguise, the disguise | 
| The disguise, the disguise | 
| My love she lives in disguise | 
| In disguise, in disguise | 
| In disguise, in disguise | 
| In disguise | 
| She lives her life in disguise | 
| In disguise |