She’s a hard, fickle woman woven into my soul,
The way that they say it must be.
When we fight, it is right every day, any night;
When it ends, there is love – I and she.
We don’t lie, we don’t cry, we continually try.
It’s our nature to battle for free.
As you can tell, we’ve done it quite well
As part of a great company.
The truth of the matter, our thunderous clatter
Is a world that few ever see.
You can take me out of my airplane now,
But you can’t take my plane out of me.