"Well she's walking through the clouds
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..." :)
Que letra engraçada!
ResponderEliminarGosto especialmente da parte das zebras. Ah, listas a preto e branco e tal...
lool
Q blog giro!!
MUAH!!!