Plane
Sitting on the plane eating my chow main
Looking out the window on my way to Spain
Feeling pretty good, glad the plane is not made of wood
Pretty clouds like candy floss, hope the plane not get lost
Two hours to go please don’t go slow
My drink is waiting at the bar
My itchy feet my dancing shoes
Belly full of booze
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2019
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