Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind running wild,
Butterflies and zebras,
And M oonbeams and f airy 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 free.
It's alright, she said it's alright
Take an ything you want from me,
B♭
Anything
