Woorden: Concrete Blonde. Classic Masters. Little Wing.

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's 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 it's alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing