She's 98 pounds, working down at the Dairy Queen
With an Ogilvie Home Perm, and braces
And he's long haired, no job and just 19
They got a baby on the way
They're off to the races in love

Look at them go
Now what in the world could go wrong?
Don't tell them the odds, it's best they don't know
If love was a plane, nobody get on

At the Ivy at lunchtime, in Beverly Hills
The paparazzi are gathered outside
'Cause an actor and actress are having lunch
And according to "Extra" and "Entertainment Tonight"

They're in love
Now look at them go
Now what in the world could go wrong?
Don't tell them the odds, it's best they don't know
If love was a plane, nobody get on

Imagine now, the pilot's voice
On the intercom right before we leave the ground
Saying, "Folks, thanks for flying with us 
But there's a 6 in 10 chance we're going down"

But that's the strangest thing about this emotion
Even knowing our chances are small
We line up at the gate with our tickets
Thinking somehow we're different
I mean, after all

We're in love
Look at us go
Now what in the world could go wrong?
To hell with the odds, we'd rather not know
If love was a plane, nobody get on, yeah
If love was a plane, nobody get on