Little Wing

Well she's walking through the clouds 
With a circus mind [bad word] round 
Butterflies and zebras 
And moonbeams and fairy tales 
That's all she ever thinks about 
Riding with the wind. 

When I'm sad, [bad word] 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. 

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