Wingwalker

Time was, I could move my arms like a bird Fly! She was a wingwalker Pitgirl of the sky [Verse] And now I got an engine A big perverted engine It runs on strength of will Who could deny me the right to fly? You know, it's my art When I form my body in the shape of a plane... [Chorus] I'm a plane! I'm a plane! I'm a plane! I'm a plane! [Verse] Now I got an airframe A big perverted airframe You know, It's my art When I disguise my body in the shape of a plane [Chorus] I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!) I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!) I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!) I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!) [Outro] (Look at me, look at me - I'm a plane! Look at me, I'm a plane! Look at me!) And the plane becomes a metaphor for my life And as I suffer for it Like I'm insane, as it says... So she suffers under the weight of my plane You know? It's my art! When I disguise my body in the shape of a plane... Plane! (Plane!)