作曲 : Jimi Hendrix
Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus smile running wild,
Butterflies and rubies,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.
Lord when I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It's alright, it's alright, It's alright
Take anything you want from me,
Anything