Well she's walking
through the clouds
With a circus mind
that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad,
she comes to me
With a thousand smiles,
she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you
want from me,
anything.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah,
little wing'
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