Time was, I could move my arms like a bird FLY!!!

She was a wingwalker,
pitgirl of the sky

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

I'm a plane! {repeats}

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

I'm a plane! (I'm a plane!) {repeats}

(Look at me, look at me - I'm a plane! Look at ME, i'm a plane! Look at me!)

And a 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!!! *Brandon Matuja