I never got what heights was like,
dust in the pipes,
feeling like having a flight.
Your heart in a fast pace,
feeling like a lovers burst.

My hands heavy,
My body light,
My mind juices flowing,
I write simple things.

I'm on a height,
not quite first class.
Though the increased thoughts,
of my beautiful girl,
has taken me to,
that first class world.

She is my world,
My number one girl.
I'm armorless at times,
but,
with her I feel like fighter jet.

She is my fuel,
She is my pilot,
She cocks my pit,
and sends me to the clouds.

If she'd resign,
My jet would crash and burn.
If she'd resign,
I'd never fly again.
So my pilot,
lets have a ride.