With a circus mind thats running round
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 its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing.
(sob, sob, sob... Where in the world did you go, Big Wings? Fly away with your piano?)
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