Admit I that I can't fly her to the moon
To make her excite sky-high and glow,
But I'll put her on a passion-air-balloon
When sun is high and wind is mellow.
The higher the balloon gets the sexier
She feels in a stratosphere of ecstasy,
I am beckoning her to be a lady rider
In my love-ship for the ethereal honey.
Now we ride our colourful air-balloon
In the ways we've never tried before,
I see my princess falls into her swoon
More often but not with the lack of air.
