Joanna - Little Comets

Change my socks

Like I change the letters

Girls with three syllable names

Are often so easy to shame

Turn my keys in the lock

Preferring to leave her in shock

So I don’t have to explain

Joanna, Joanna, Joanna, Joanna

Joanna, Joanna, Joanna, Joanna

It’s the morning, the morning and it still doesn’t feel right

Joanna, Joanna, Joanna, Joanna

It’s the morning, the morning and it still doesn’t feel right

Joanna, Joanna take me home

Joanna, Joanna take me home

Her waking bones

Bring a new dilemma

I’m standing with shoelaces tied

And all my intentions implied

My cheeks are reddening quick

She brings her fingers to lips

So I don’t have to explain

Joanna, Joanna, Joanna, Joanna

Joanna, Joanna, Joanna, Joanna

It’s the morning, the morning and it still doesn’t feel right

Joanna, Joanna, Joanna, Joanna

It’s the morning, the morning and it still doesn’t feel right

Joanna, Joanna take me home

Joanna, Joanna take me home

Strangle me with your words

Twist and turn like a chinese burn

Sully me with lines

A thousand promises

I only ever wanted one

Joanna

Take me home

Joanna

Take me home

Joanna

Take me home

Joanna

Take me home