By jimi hendrix
Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round.
Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales,
Thats all she ever thinks about.
When Im sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
Said, "its all right, take anything you want,
Anything you want, anything."
First verse
Second verse
Fly on, little wing.
