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.