conversation with God

la la la little winggg a ding ding

 

Well she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind that's running round

Butterflies and zebras

And moonbeams

And fairytales

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 said, it's alright

Take anything you want from me

Anything, anything

Fly on, little wing

Done