by Jimi Hendrix Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies 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." First Verse Second Verse Fly on, little wing.
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