Well she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind that’s running round

Butterflies and zebras

And moonbeams and fairytales

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

It's alright, she says, it’s alright

Take anything you want from me

Anything

When I'm sad, she comes to me

With a thousand smiles she gives to me freely

It's alright, she says, it's alright

Go and take anything you want from me

Anything, anything

It's alright, it's alright