Baby, I think it's over
The end is finally near
Don't wanna talk about it anymore
I see it all so clear
So pack your bags and move on out
There ain't nothin' for you here
I think you know it's over too
So why not disappear?
Wait a minute, baby, what's that you say?
You really don't think it's fair
To send you outside into the cold, cold night
You poor, poor girl, I don't really care
'Cause you've been cold to me so long
I'm cryin' icicles instead of tears
So pack your bags and move on out
There ain't nothing for you here
Baby, I know it's over
I got a last idea
Don't want you to leave me empty-handed
I agree that wouldn't be fair
Take along a little something to remember me by
A little something to show that I care
Oh step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Take your souvenir
Oh step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Take your souvenir
Step right up, you poor, poor girl
Take your souvenir
Take my heart, drain it dry
I don't blame you now 'cause I know you really tried
Take my soul, you can have my mind
But you're never gonna get your hands on my love
'Cause it's mine, mine, all mine
Take my master, you can have my slave
When I'm dead or buried alive, you can always take my grave
Take my body, I know you really think it's fine
But you're never gonna get your hands on my love
'Cause it's mine, mine, all mine
So tell me now, now who's playing this game
Which side do I choose?
I'm going down, down and I'm spinning around
Is there anyone I can accuse?
What are the odds
For do I win or lose?
Oh baby please, sir, by the way, sir
May I be excused?
Take my sorrow, I'm running out of joy
When you're tired of playing with yourself, y
Ou can always take my toys
Take your baby, show him a real good time
You always were a super dad
But as a lover you were less than fine
Take my jewels, I know you love to see them shine
But you're never gonna get your hands on my love
'Cause it's mine, mine, all mine
So tell me now, now who's playing this game
Which side do I choose?
I'm going down, down and I'm spinning around
Is there anyone I can accuse?
What are the odds
For do I win or lose?
Oh baby please, sir, by the way, sir
May I be excused?
Well I don't wanna play with you no more
Don't wanna play with you no more
Don't wanna play with you no more
Don't wanna play with you no more
Don't wanna play with you no more
Don't wanna play with you no more
Oh step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Take your souvenir
Oh step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Take your souvenir
Oh step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Take your souvenir
Oh step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Step right up, you poor little girl
Take your souvenir
Step right up, you poor little girl
Writer(s): Jim Steinman
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