Well she's walkin' , through the clown
with a circus mind that's running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moon beams
and, fairy tales (that's all she ever thinks about)
riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me , hi hi hi ;
with a thousand smiles, she gives to me free.
It's only a donkey , allright, she says, it's alright,
take anything you want from me,
anything, anything.
Fly on little wings ( librement adompté d'Hendrix , un de mes maitres décolle subitement )
