The Wire

Baby, you worry too much about me — you know I get by.
I know all of the tricks of the trade and I love the high wire.
Walking in air, it’s suited to me.
Walking in air is suited to me.
Bye bye, baby, goodbye.
Bye bye, baby, goodbye.
I don’t look around and I don’t look down.
I’ve got no wandering eye.
I keep my mind on the line all of the time and I love the high wire.
Walking in air, it’s suited to me.
Walking in air is suited to me.
Bye bye, baby, goodbye.
Bye bye, baby, goodbye.