The Fairground

My favourite place
Is a wide open space
No need to pace
In my favourite place

The air is crisp and crunchy
I feel like I'm in a race
As I tie my hair up in a scrunchie
To get to my favourite place

My favourite place
Is a wide open space
No need to pace
In my favourite place

The wind whips my hair
As I stare into his face
He smells like the fair
And like my favourite place

My favourite place
Is a wide open space
No need to pace
In my favourite place