The pilot is in good mood
You can lay down your dinner plate
Go Talk to him
In your smile
In your voice he can't resist
Yes Make a good frowning
Ask him to
DivertNot really that far
He can see thousands of balloons
WavingIn neon red
And that is
Where he should head
And I will
Be there under the rouge
Waving too
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