Take me to the Photo Shop and Storyboard all night
Blow me in to Space-craft’s roar, where blinding is the light.
Swing me from the tightest rope to save the day in time.
Pour me glasses very tall of adventure and twist of lime.
Send me camels with jokes to tell, throw me from trampoline
Let me smell the heat of sweat and the fright of gasoline.
And I will be your tire girl, fatigueless until you’re done
And when the final cut is in, we’ll do the midnight run.
But don’t forget to credit me when all the honors come due
For I was there aloft of you, while you worked the whole dream through.