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°¡¼ö: Clifford T. Ward


The engines roared
The aeroplane soared
And I waited with baited breath for the worst
But everything connected
There was nothing unexpected
Until she appeared looking calm and collected.

I fell in love with an air-hostess
Together we flew the skies with 'Air France'
I wanted to give her a copy of my record
But I did not have the self-confidence.

I fell from such a great height
And wonder if I will ever land.

INSTRUMENTAL

I fell in love with an air-hostess
Together we flew the skies with 'Air France'
I wanted to give her a copy of my record
But I did not have the self-confidence.

I fell from such a great height
And wonder if I will ever land.

(He fell in love with an air-hostess
Together they flew the skies with 'Air France'
He wanted to give her a copy of his record
But he did not have the self-confidence).

(He fell in love with an air-hostess
Together they flew the skies with 'Air France'
He wanted to give her a copy of his record
But he did not have the self-confidence).

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To An Air Hostess
Clifford T. Ward



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