| It was your father who trained you
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| And your mother who brained you
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| To be so useless and shy?
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| Well i just replaced them
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| And tried not to break them
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| Because you can stand up if you tried
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| Well, I want to see your face
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| When your knees and your legs
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| Are just going to break down and die
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| And who’s driving your plane?
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| Who’s driving your plane?
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| Who’s driving your plane?
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| Who’s driving your plane?
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| Are you in control or is it driving you insane?
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| If I could wave a magic wand
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| Then maybe you’d change back to being a blonde
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| And your skirt would come down, it would cover your feet
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| If I said, «It's not camp
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| To wear tiffany lamps»
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| You’d be thrown right out in the street
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| And I wonder who’s driving your plane?
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| Who’s driving your plane?
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| Who’s driving your plane?
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| Who’s driving your plane?
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| Are you in control or is it driving you insane?
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| You could stand on your head
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| Or maybe sing in bed
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| If I said it was the thing to do
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| If you’re in with the faces
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| And their getaway places
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| 'Cause they don’t take no notice of you
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| Well, the trendy pace setters will just called you a pain
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| 'Cause I want to know who’s driving your plane?
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| Who’s driving your plane?
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| Who’s driving your plane?
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| Who’s driving your plane?
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| Are you in control or is it driving you insane? |