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."

repeat first verse

repeat second verse

fly on, little wing.

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