Music: Jimi Hendrix
Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus smile thatโs running wild,
Butterflies and zebra
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.
Lord when I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It's alright, she says, It's alright
Take anything you want from me,
Anything