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