(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