My baby loves helicopters up in the sky. My baby loves helicopters and I don't know why. She's a mystery, a tragedy, a comedy-romance. I'd take her to a movie if given half a chance. She's water. She's smoke. She's an elemental force. She's volatile; combustible. She's an energy source. My baby loves helicopters up in the sky. My baby loves helicopters. God, I wish I could fly.