Build butter bridge for the aviatrix
Filled up the fridge with those flying food bricks
Sow all the roads with her burning brown mane
Throw out the doubts
And deliver her dreaming head
Straight into the sun
You shoot me like a gun
I’m flying, flying (crying)
I’m coming undone
Notice the exits left and right
Notice the exits left and right
Your seat is a floatation device
Oxygen, oxygen, oxygen
Build offering for the aviatrix
Made like a bird out of canvas and sticks
Float on the breeze of her bawdy, blue laugh
Fly like a toy ‘round inside
Of her dreaming head
Straight into the sun
You shoot me like a gun
I’m flying, flying
I’m coming undone
Straight into the sun
You shoot me like a gun
I’m flying
Notice the exits left and right
Notice the exits left and right
Your seat is a floatation device
Notice the oxygen, notice the oxygen
Build butter bridge for the aviatrix
Made like a bird out of canvas and sticks
Flying around inside her…
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The 3 Clubmen Lyrics – Aviatrix