Little Wing

well shes walking through the cluods

with a circus mind that´s running round

Butterflies & 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 thousands smiles she gives to me free

it´s allrigh ,she says : i´t allright

take anything you want from me, anything

anythiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

Fly on little wing

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah little wing

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( me quiero tatuar esa canción en la pierna, es tan linda...)