Clown Crush

Red nose, big shoes, juggling dreams,

She hides her love behind circus scenes.

Balloon in hand, her heart tied tight,

Every laugh a mask for love at first sight.

(Pre-Chorus)

She does cartwheels near his street,

Drops her pie just to meet—

That guy with the sleepy eyes,

Who never sees the girl in disguise.

(Chorus)

Oh, I’m a clown with a crush, can’t you see?

Falling harder than my comedy.

I trip, I slip, I dance, I fall—

But I’d rather risk it than feel nothing at all.

One honk, two jokes, then I flee,

What if he laughs… but not with me?

She paints a heart on her cheek each day,

But wipes it off before she walks his way.

“Just a joke, just a show,” she claims,

But deep inside, she’s playing no games.

Yo! I’m twistin’ balloons and twistin’ fate,

Tryna get near without lookin’ too late.

Got pies, got puns, got circus flair,

But still can’t say, “Hey, I care.”

I can tame lions, ride a unicycle,

But telling him I like him? That's a full-cycle!

(Chorus)

Oh, I’m a clown with a crush, can’t you see?

Falling harder than my comedy.

I juggle fear and fantasy,

While hopin’ he’ll look and just love me for me.

One wink, two spins, then I hide,

What if he’s just not on my ride?

(Outro)

But maybe one day I’ll drop the act,

No rubber chicken, just the simple fact—

That the girl behind the painted grin

Is hoping love might let her in.