by Jimi Hendrix

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.";

First Verse

Second Verse

Fly on, little wing.