Where Is Your Heart At?

You asked me over, and over and over
Have you seen my peacock-feathered hat?
If it was under a four-leaf clover
I’d be on the lawn looking for that
Where is your heart at?
Nobody knows that,
Even though you’ve him, her, me, and an army searching
I’ve got a feeling, you will be reeling
When you are bad and the circus comes to town
And you’ll see me leaving dressed up as a magician or something like that
Your satin flip-flops are hidden in the pockets of your velvet dressing gown
Your diamond cufflinks are hidden in the ruffles of your silk white shirt from
town
Where is your heart at?
Nobody knows that,
Even though you’ve him, her, me, and an army searching
I’ve got a feeling, you’ll be reeling
When you are bad and the circus comes to town
And you’ll see me leaving dressed up as a magician or something like that