When we met I thought that you'd take off and try to fly   Then a man with giant lips began to catch your eye   You were caught on a hook   It was straight from a book      Didn't listen to advice and started telling tales   On the runway low on gas your engine starts to fail   If you tried you could win   Extra time take a spin      Hot head I hear you're coming through   Your ears are burning that's nothing new   Hot head you're wearing no parachute!      Knowing one or two up in the blue prepared me good   First of all my favourite pilot in my neighbourhood   Still in flight with her man   Riding high understand      Hot head I hear you're coming through   Your ears are burning that's nothing new   Hot head you're wearing no parachute!