She was a blonde
Close cropped hair
The pretties blue eyes
The last girl I would see
Till after boot camp M.C.R.D.
Long flight couldn't sleep
A plane of teenage boys
I walked back to back
She approached me
I said"I can't sleep"
She asked if I play cards
We sat down on floor
She put her stocking feet in my lap,
Said "my feet hurt "I started to rub her feet
She said "I am Deadheading to San Diego
To pick up a flight for Hawaii"
She said "I really need to lay down"
She took my hand and led me
And said "I hate to sleep alone"
She came to my M.C.R.D. graduation
By the way she flies United
The friendly skies people
Needless to say
I would never fly any other way