(Jagger/Richards)
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It was your father who trained you and your mother
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who brained you
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To be so useless and shy
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But I just replaced them and tried not to break them
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Because you could stand up if you tried
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And I wanna see your face when your knees and your legs
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Are just gonna 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, then maybe you'd change
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back to bein' 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 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 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 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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| The Rolling Stones |
