With a circus mind that's running 'round.
Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales,
That's all she ever thinks about.
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
Said, "It's all right, take anything you want,
Anything you want, anything."
Fly on, little wing
Submitted by OptimusPrime at Thu 14 Aug, 2003 9:15 pm