My Drug Hell — She Flies So High lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "She Flies So High" by My Drug Hell.

Lyrics

On a summer’s day, reading magazines
Smoking cigarettes, like a movie queen
She lets down her hair, I am in a dream
She flies so high, I could almost…
On a summer’s day, sunny afternoon
Pointing at the clouds, 'look they’re pink and blue,'
Running through the wheat, she takes off her shoes
She flies so high, I could almost…
She flies so high, I could almost…