I was being with one and the other
I flirted with that one and this one
Hung out with happiness and sorrow
and you left by the first plane
Theoretically, love sounds nice
it's a tiny bit different in practice
There's still a lot to learn
Let's go downstairs, the taxi has arrived
I'm silent and watching through the glass
Boeing seven-four-seven
You are the only one, you are precious
Straight A, that is your mark
Airplane, I will break your wings
If you didn't fly, she'd be here
Ouch, if I catch your pilot
I'll deprive him of his life