(Jimi Hendrix)
Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running 'round
bu*terflies and zebras, fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
Said, "It's all right, take anything you want
Anything you want, anything."
Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running 'round
bu*terflies and zebras, fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
Said, "It's all right, take anything you want
Anything you want, anything."
Fly on, little wing