She starts up her motors,
Revs me til I purr,
She spins up her rotors,
I'm always dizzy for her.
She checks the gauges twice,
I'm waiting and ready for flight,
Fuel, heat, pressure: Optimal, nice,
The plan is for speed and for height.
She glances back with a stewardess smile,
I shrug into my costume, a bombardiers coat,
She checks my seatbelt, no trace of guile,
So sweet, she wouldn't want it to chafe around my throat.
Perfect piloting, not a cloud in sight, no turbulence at all,
She's the only one with a 'chute, but I know we won't fall.
We're cruisin' along smoothly as we hit the target altitude,
Over the intercom, "If you love me, hit the big red button, dude!"
Sudden direction change, same speed but straight down,
What once was blue sky is now onrushing ground.
Her skills are legend, she could drop me on a dime,
She knows right where I'll land, and I climb aboard every time.
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