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Windy
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What Are The Lyrics For Windy By Windy?
Who's peekin' out from under a stairway
Calling a name that's lighter than air Who's bending down to give me a rainbow Everyone knows it's Windy Who's tripping down the streets of the city Smilin' at everybody she sees Who's reachin' out to capture a moment Everyone knows it's Windy And Windy has stormy eyes That flash at the sound of lies And Windy has wings to fly Above the clouds (above the clouds) Above the clouds (above the clouds) And Windy has stormy eyes That flash at the sound of lies And Windy has wings to fly Above the clouds (above the clouds) Above the clouds (above the clouds) Who's tripping down the streets of the city Smilin' at everybody she sees Who's reachin' out to capture a moment Everyone knows it's Windy Who's tripping down the streets of the city Smilin' at everybody she sees Who's reachin' out to capture a moment Everyone knows it's Windy Who's tripping down the streets of the city Smilin' at everybody she sees Who's reachin' out to capture a moment Everyone knows it's Windy Who's tripping down the streets of the city Smilin' at everybody she sees Who's reachin' out to capture a moment Everyone knows it's Windy Who's tripping down the streets of the city Smilin' at everybody she sees Who's reachin' out to capture a moment |
Who Wrote Windy By Windy?
Ruthann Friedman
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What's The Duration Of The Windy By Windy?The duration of Windy is 2:56 minutes and seconds. |
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