There wouldn't be any artists
No jugglers or tightrope walkers
Without lies in my eyes
Life would be straight up sad
A bit of sun to melt the ice flow
A good disguise to start the show
Without lies in my eyes
Life would be straight up gray
When I eat cake
I prefer the cherry
Changing the scenes different faces
Another costume changing places
Without lies in my eyes
Life would be pretty boring
We wouldn't be great performers
We'd watch the time just pass us over
Without lies in my eyes
Life would be pretty bad
In the champagne
I prefer the bubbles
A bit of sun to melt the ice flow
A good disguise to start the show
Without lies in my eyes
Life would be straight up gray
When I eat cake
I prefer the cherry
I prefer the cherry
I prefer the cherry