Lyrics

I was making my descent To the old NA Gate number three Concourse A And on my radar Then I saw A white body jet made me pitch and young My runway romance at gate number three My runway romance she runs Away from me She was clearly first class And I was coach With stabilisers on Still made my approach Then turbulence hit Too late to evolve And when the weather cleared She done took off My runway romance to gate number three My runway romance she runs Away from me She said that I had too much baggage And she was traveling light And she had reservations So she went And canceled our flight My runway romance at gate number three My runway romance she runs My runway romance so quick to the part My runway romance then went out of my heart
Writer(s): Roberts Burrell Gannaway, Daniel Jacob Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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