Little Wing
Jimi Hendrix
Well, shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
Thats running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about...
Riding with the wind
When Im sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
Its alright, she says,
Its alright
Take anything you want from me,
Anything