Текст: Rachel Stevens. Glide.

I'm livin' love in the fast lane
Seein' the world from an airplane
Above
Strange little thing called love
Tastin' the air as we're racing
Smilin' faces as we're passing
Above
Strange little thing called love

The air is clear
Get out of here
Baby, grab your coat; let's take a ride
Hold on to me
And steel breeze
Late into the night
Oh, yell it!

Glide, Ooo, higher than the wind blows
Glide, Ooo, out into the neon sky
Baby, wanna glide
I know that you want to
(Ooo, glide, baby)

Carryin' off into the air stream
The city's un-so-resting
To us
A strange little thing called love

The air is clear
Get out of here
Baby, grab your coat and hitch a ride
so come around
Go hit the town
Late into the night
Oh, yell it!

Glide, Ooo, higher than the wind blows
Glide, Ooo, out into the neon sky
Baby, wanna glide
I know that you want to
(Ooo, glide, baby)

Glide, Ooo, higher than the wind blows (higher than the wind)
Glide, Ooo, freeer than an airborn cloud
Baby, fly around
I know that you want to
(Ooo, glide, baby)

Glide,
Freer than the wind blows
(Than than the wind blows, baby)
Glide,
Freer than the wind blows
(Than than the wind blows, ye-yeah)
Oh, yell it!

Glide, Ooo, higher than the wind blows
Glide, Ooo, out into the neon sky
Baby, wanna glide (Wanna glide, yeah)
I know that you want to
(Ooo, glide, baby)
Glide, Ooo, higher than the wind blows
Glide, Ooo, freeer than an airborn cloud
Baby, fly around
I know that you want to
(Ooo, glide, baby)