She starts up her motors,
She revs me 'til I purr.
She spins up her rotors,
I'm always dizzy for her.

She checks all the gauges twice,
I'm ready and eager for flight,
Heat, pressure - optimal, nice.
Her flight plan is for speed and height.

She glances back with a stewardess smile,
I'm shrugging into my bombardier coat.
She examines my seatbelt, no trace of guile,
So sweet, we wouldn't want it to chafe my throat.

Perfect piloting, no clouds in sight - no turbulence at all,
She's got the only parachute, but I know we won't fall.
Cruisin' along smoothly, we hit the target altitude,
Over the headset, "If you love me, hit the big red button, dude!"

Sudden change in direction, 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.