Gate 69, where all men want to come, then go
Facing each way, the wrong way, and often the right way
Departure from the norm, positioned correctly
Flying high, almost amongst the sweetest of clouds
Showered from above and below and all stages in between

Gate 69, not for the faint of heart, not for everyone
Direct contact with all that is taboo
Finding that emergency exit just adorable, just delicious
Feeding from a window of perfection and paradise
Certainly high, absolutely never dry, always content

Gate 69, the beginning of the end of the beginning
VIP route to a club, miles from anywhere
Comfortable in one’s knowledge of exclusivity
Pampered like never before, spoilt to the tip of each wing
Ushered outbound after one of the grandest finales