She’s a little girl, about eighteennPretty as a picture, looknShe sells tickets on the merry-go-roundnShe’s the reason I’m off the groundnAfter every ride she walks slowlynBetween the ... holding out her handnThat’s the time I want to hold hernGuess I’ll have to understandnnMerry-go-round, you’re turning my heart roundnMerry-go-round, please let me unwindnMerry-go-round, stop making me giddynI’ve got to make that little girl minennLater on I find I’m out of moneynHave to start to walk away through the stairnThen she walks on up beside menArm in arm we leave the fairnSpend a lovely time togethernSoon I have to take her homenSo we step inside her merry-go-roundnRiding around in a world of our ownnnMerry-go-round, you’re turning my heart roundnMerry-go-round, please let me unwindnMerry-go-round, stop making me giddynI’ve got to make that little girl mine