Private Helicopter

I'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend

Tiny little cabin in the sky

Now we're alone and we can remember how we felt before we were angry

We were guilty and we were bitter, I must admit I said a few things, but…

I'm still attracted to you

Sorry we've been so, so cold, so

Eight miles high and three hours to landing

Your hair smells really great

I'm on a hovercraft to Paris with my former best friend

We have to get to the cinematheque

We're not alone but no one speaks English, so we're free

To look into each other's minds and see what we're thinkin' like we always used to

I miss talkin' to you

Ba-but you never draw me out, so

Cast off the ego scars

And let's go hit the bars

I reserve the right to hold my grudges

Friends like you, you know the rest

But all told, I hold onto my anger far too long, until it's a joke

The night is cold, the joke is old and poorly told, I told you once!

I'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend

No one to keep up appearances for

Now we're alone and we can remember how we felt at first

The desperate need to be together, musta been good for something, sugar!

I'm still attracted to you

Ba-ba, ba-da-da-da-da-da-da!

No one's around to make us do what we're supposed to

Lie here in my arms, lie here in my arms

Lie here in my arms, lie here in my arms

Lie here in my arms