Answer:
Controlled by your hands and feet. It would be nothing without a street. What is it?
Which weighs more? A pound of iron or a pound of feathers?
I occur twice in eternity. And I'm always within sight.
It belongs to you, but other people use it more than you do. What is it?
I'm a ring of sliced onion dipped in batter and then deep fried.
You kick me, you punch me, and you beat me up all class. When you leave, you don't even say thanks for allowing you to beat me up. What am I?