Well, she's walking
Through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running round
Butterflies and zebras
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 said, it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
You can take anything, anything
