Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind that's running wild,
Butterflies and Zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me for free.
It's alright, it's alright, yeaaa she says
Take anything you want from me, yeeaa
Anything.
Fly on little wing.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN