歌詞 Little Wing Jimi Hendrix

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