Nick Casciaro
Little Wing
Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's 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 says it's alright Take anything you want from me, anything Anything. Fly on little wing, Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing
From Letras Mania