Written by Jimi Hendrix
Now, she’s walking through the clouds
with a circus mind that’s running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams, and fairy tales
All she ever thinks about is
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
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