My Drug Hell
She Flies So High
On a summer's day, reading magazines,
Smoking cigarettes, like a movie queen,
She lets down her hair, I am in a dream
She flies so high, I could almost...
On a summer's day, sunny afternoon,
Pointing at the clouds, 'look they're pink and blue,'
Running through the wheat, she takes off her shoes,
She flies so high, I could almost...
SOLO
She flies so high, I could almost...
(Thanks to Tim Briffa for these lyrics)
From Letras Mania