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
For jungles, swamps, or 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 pack with chute and ripcord
She's not inclined to provide
What does this bird mean to you
Now is the time to decide
You're not attached by a string
You really must realize
She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute