Little Comets Joanna
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 So she brings her fingers to lips So I don´t have to explain
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 Joanna take me home Joanna Joanna take me home Joanna Joanna take me home Joanna Joanna take me home
