You'd have to be an acrobat to touch her
Where she can feel a thing
You'd have to be a racecar diver
To catch up with him
You'd have to be an astronaut you'd have to be a shrink
You'd have to be an acrobat
'Cause where they go
Nobody knows
She throws out her feet he holds them
He stands on her hands she trips him
You'd have to be an acrobat
You'd have to a saint
You'd have to be racecar diver
'Cause where they go where they go
Nobody knows

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Writer(s): TANYA DONELLY