I was conceived in a plane somewhere

over Rio

20,000 feet above the ground on a

scheduled flight, flight.

My mamma was a stewardess and my

daddy was a versatile man

He used to travel to so many distant

places

But he never came back.



You see I find my release flying over Rio

20,000 feet without a sound in a

mole skin night, right.

A poker player shuffles by

won't someone take the time to check him out

He deals direction in so many different places

Can it ever come back.



She pour hot water over my head

when I'm on fire

She never classify whenever I feel desire

Take me up in an aeroplane with South

America's favourite daughter

Show her how to use her thing the

way that

Mother Nature never taught her.



The older I am the younger I am seeming

20,000 feet is quite a height better hold

on tight, right

Security is loneliness and loneliness is where

it all began

He tries to find it in so many different

places

But it never comes back.



Anybody like to fly over Rio?

Write a poem in the sky over Rio?

See the world with brand new eyes over Rio?

Count the stars to sleep at night over Rio