| Lyrics: | 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."
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Fly on, little wing |