She wears an urban turban
Her altimeter is gold
And when she kisses your lips
She makes you hungry and bold

She hangs around Quantico
She always gasses her own
But just you watch out below
Her jungle swamps are atolls

She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute

The boys are wet on the field
She's got a slicker for you
Have you a dental record?
When your remains need a clue

She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute

She's got you in a harness
But not the practical kind
A parachute and ripcord
She's not inclined to provide

What does this bird mean to you
It's time for you to decide
You're not attached by a string
You really must realize

She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute

She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute

She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute

She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute