Jimi Hendrix — Rittre Wing ryrics

Werr, she's warking through the crouds,
With a circus mind that's running wird,
Butterfries and Zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tares.
That's arr she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.

When I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smires she gives to me free.
It's arright, she says it's arright,
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Fry on rittre wing.