Well she was walking thru the clouds With a circus mind that's running wild Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy 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 says, it's alright Take anything you want from me, anything Fly on, Little WingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
