Little Wing

Well, she's walking through the clouds
With a certain smile that's running 'round
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairytales (and that's all she ever thinks about)
Riding with the wind

Oh, 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, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, it's not enough for me