When we met I thought that you'd take off and try to fly

Then a man with giant lips began to catch your eye

You were caught on a hook

It was straight from a book



Didn't listen to advice and started telling tales

On the runway low on gas your engine starts to fail

If you tried you could win

Extra time take a spin



Hot head I hear you're coming through

Your ears are burning that's nothing new

Hot head you're wearing no parachute!



Knowing one or two up in the blue prepared me good

First of all my favourite pilot in my neighbourhood

Still in flight with her man

Riding high understand



Hot head I hear you're coming through

Your ears are burning that's nothing new

Hot head you're wearing no parachute!