Her high-cheeked beauty, as if sculpted from glass
Mesmerised my soul in economy class
Such dark-eyed promise, my heart she did plunder
As we soared to the land of the ancient wonders
But what did she say as she shone down at me
Just " coffee or tea? "
Just " coffee or tea? "

Only reincarnations could be so classically pretty
Could you be Isis, or perhaps Nefertiti?
But reality creeps from behind to dishearten
I sure aint Osiris, and I'm no Akhenaten
And your words are rehearsed and detachedly brief
Just " chicken or beef? "
Just " chicken or beef? "

If the engines should fail, and we crash to the Med
Would you fish out my corpse from the raging sea-bed?
And lovingly mummify me with manicured hands
Entomb yourself with me beneath Arabian sands
Or just swim down to where my heartbeat grows shorter
With a tray in your hands, saying " Orange juice or water? "
" Orange juice or water? "

Descending the steps into the warm Cairo night
My heart slightly dented, guess your smiles were contrite
And somehow I doubt I'm believing you when
You say " Goodbye, hope to see you again "
Farewell to your beauty that captured my stare
My Pharaonic stewardess of Egyptair