I want to bang you in a wicker basket
With ropes around us
And a ball of hot air above us

I want to almost fall out
At least five times
And then realize it's ok
Because I'd love to die
While free-fall ******* you

I want to do it in a storm
With thunder in the distance
And right between us

I want the wind to pick us up
And carry us toward a mountaintop
So we can have a picnic
In a grassy area looking over
And you can sit on my shoulders
To see just a little bit further

I've never been in a hot air balloon
But I want start with you