Lyrics Fly a Plane into Me - Bonaparte

Fly a Plane into Me

Oh yeah, guess that’s okay
We can talk about mammary glands
No, I’m not obsessive compulsive
I just like to wash my hands
Yes, I like your neon sweater
Well, maybe I should have mentioned
I’ve got ADHD
But I do deserve all the attention
In a hurry but I’m not stressed
Wearing black, I’m not depressed
One girl’s humor the other’s bra
It’s decideophobia
I know it seems surreal
I can feel what you can’t feel
I feel what you can’t feel
In a minute it’s making sense
I could be your peak experience
I’ve got what you don’t get
You’ve got what I can’t yet
I’ll do it, you don’t fret
Can’t always want what you get
I’ve got what you don’t get
You’ve got what I can’t yet
I’ll do it, you don’t fret
Can’t always want what you get
Oh yeah, guess that’s okay
But no, you don’t have to swallow
Just because I’m paranoid
Doesn’t mean I’m not being followed
Lately I’m slightly slickdecksick
I say things like
Curring pat
Eh, do I like MGMT?
I don’t know
How do you spell that?
I’m a boy, I read prose
You’re a girl, you stand and pose
You’re with me when I spin tracks
I’m with you when you get waxed
I know it seems surreal
I can feel what you can’t feel
I can feel what you can’t feel
In a minute it’s making sense
I could be your peak experience
I’ve got what you don’t get
You’ve got what I can’t yet
I’ll do it, you don’t fret
Can’t always want what you get
I’ve got what you don’t get
You’ve got what I can’t yet
I’ll do it, you don’t fret
Can’t always want what you get
Oh yeah, guess that’s okay
Like seeing things that are not there
But no, I’m not whatever-they-call-it
Sometimes I just like to swear
You like things you get for free
Well, I like phones that ring for me
I say «Hey grandma, bouffe-ma-chatte,
You-horse-cock-mother-fucker,
I’d love to come for tea»
I’m in a hurry, I’m not stressed
Wearing black, I’m not depressed
I know it seems surreal
I can feel what you can’t feel
I feel what you can’t feel
In a minute it’s making sense
I think your peak experience
I’ve got what you don’t get
You’ve got what I can’t yet
I’ll do it, you don’t fret
Can’t always want what you get
I’ve got what you don’t get
You’ve got what I can’t yet
I’ll do it, you don’t fret
Can’t always want what you get
I fly a plane into you
You fly a plane into me
I fly a plane into you
You fly a plane into me
I fly a plane into you
You fly a plane into me
I fly a plane into you
You fly a plane into me