Iraqi music club

Well, she's walking through the clouds With a certain smile that's running 'round Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams And fairytales (and that's all she ever thinks about) Riding with the wind Oh, 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, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah, it's not enough for me