- cifra
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 said
It's alright
Take anything you want from me
You can take anything, anything
Fly on, little wing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing
