I was making my descent to the old B&A Gate number three, concourse A But on my radar, there I saw A wide-bodied jet make me pitch and yaw My runway romance at gate number three My runway romance, she run away from me She was clearly first class, and I was coach With stabilizers on, still made my approach Then the turbulence hit, too late to wave off When the weather cleared, she done took off My runway romance at gate number three My runway romance, she run away from me She said I had too much baggage, and she was traveling light That she had reservations, so she went and canceled our flight My runway romance at gate number three My runway romance, she run My runway romance, so quick to depart My runway romance, she ran, but out of my heart My runway romance at gate number three My runway romance, she run away from me