Well she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind that's running round.
Butterflies and zebras
and 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.
It's alright,
take anything you want from me, anything.
Fly on little wing,
yeah, little wing.
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