Wingwalker

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!!!