Hollywood Porn Stars Hollybody

I’ve got it in my motorcar
I’ve got it in anything that goes fast
You say it happens once in a while
But everyday it can’t be casual
I hate planes I hate flying high
It’s so strange and I ask myself why
I love to travel not to move
If I could I’d stay under the moon

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Tell me it’s for my own sake
I won’t be down just away for a while
It makes me glad if I stay
No relations no pills to take

Call the parents How do you do?
Well arrived? The give you some food?
A terrorist was next to me
He told me to get down on my knees
I hate planes I hate flying high
One hour feels like a century
Next time I’ll take a motorcar
Explosions in the sky are so right

Chorus

We’re trapped in a plane and having troubles...