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?
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Who's Driving Your Plane?
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| Great White |
