Joan of Marc by Marc - French Vanilla

The flames that followed Joan of Arc

As she came riding through the dark

Her mouth in the shape of an O

Oh, how she loves me so

Hot, alone, and on the verge of death

Not enough time to catch my breath

Her mouth in the shape of an O

Oh, how she loves me so

And you won’t have to think twice

It’s all ready and waiting for you

But if you don’t show

How can our love grow?

I’ve got a look, does it pass the test?

I kind of tried, still a hot mess

Can’t go to the places that hate me

Your hate is exactly what made me

Sweet sugar, give me some more

Think about fucking when I see a hot boy

When I see a hot boy, when I see a hot boy

Gotta look when I see a hot boy

Camera ready, so well-groomed

Whole world is my dressing room

When’s it ever gonna get better?

These are ties I’d never sever

Are you just kissing?

Are you just kissing?

Are you just kissing to be clever?

And you won’t have to think twice

It’s all ready and waiting for you

But if you don’t show

How can our love grow?

How can it grow?

Why am I always the last to know?

Last to know

Got your back, baby, Covergirl’s covered

TLC, I don’t want your number

And I don’t wanna give you mine

Got your back, baby, Covergirl’s covered

TLC, I don’t want your number

And I don’t wanna give you mine

The flames that followed Joan of Arc

As she came riding through the dark

Her mouth in the shape of an O

I know I’ll be the last to know

I gag on the ordinary

I gag on the ordinary

I gag on the ordinary

I gag on the ordinary