Her high-cheeked beauty, as if sculpted from glass
Mesmerised my soul in economy class
Such dark-eyed promise, my soul she did plunder
As we soared to the land of the ancient wonders
But what passed her lips 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 beside me 'neath 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, your smiles were contrite
And somehow I doubt I'm believing you when
You say " Goodbye, hope to see you again. "
Our disparities and backgrounds are hopelessly large
We were just two passing ships in cocooned fuselage
So farewell Nefertiti to your worshipful face
That must surely not belong in my own time and space
So long to your beauty that captured my stare
My Pharaonic stewardess of EgyptAir