In the fairground
Pretty Lisa's selling candy by the bar.
Practice daily,
Little Lisa wants to be a high wire star.

Lisa's life isn't a journey
It's a trip on the 'round about/
Constant motion, going nowhere
And she can't find the right way out.

Moving slowly through the fairground
Is an old man, hair of pale.
Lisa sees him, smiles gayly
He's like a knight from a fairy tale.

In Lisas' eyes she sees an angel
She sees a hero, not a wimp.
But in the real world he's a monster
He's a pusher and he's a pimp.

Pretty Lisa takes the old man by the hand
And walks away.
No more fairgrounds, only hotels...
Nasty work for little pay.

Poor little Lisa, only eleven.
Sells her body for a dime,
For an old man who is quite greedy
And finds she isn't worth his time.

He starts to beat her,
Loves to mistreat her,
Gets his pleasure from her pain.
She misses home now,
Misses the fairground,
But she'll ne'er see them again.

Her tears fall softly on her body,
Black and blue from head to toe.
A little cancer grows inside her
And she doesn't even know.

Lisa's dying, she's always crying
It's the same old 'round about.
Like a ride she thaught was over
But she's never been without.

One day the old man leaves her
On the streets without a home.
She sleeps in abandoned houses
She's afraid and she's alone.

Her frail, defenseless body
Very soon catches the eye
Of a drunken, homeless begger
Who, by her, often passes by.

One night while she is sleeping
He pins down her legs and wrists,
Even though she cries for help
He still sexually persists.

Amidst her helpless struggle,
Though, to break away, she tries.
The begger beats her viciously
And Lisa, she does die.

Now her spirits in the fairgrounds
Filled with sorrow and regret.
Pretty Lisa walked her high wire
But fell and missed the net.