I was making my descent to the old B&A
Gate number three, concourse A
And on my radar, there 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 stabilizers on still made my approach
Then turbulence hit, too late to evolve
And when the weather cleared, she done took off
My runway romance at gate number three
My runway romance, she runs
Away from me
She said that I had too much baggage
And she was traveling light
That she had reservation, so she went
And canceled our flight
My runway romance at gate number three
My runway romance, she run
My runway romance, so quick to depart
My runway romance flew away right out of my heart
