Joanna

She's pint glass clean and 3rd degree obscene, Joanna
The Bismarck of the bay who can't stand a word I say, Joanna
I kissed her when she left school with a bag of woodworking tools, Joanna
She must be my dream girl, though I've yet to travel the world, Joanna

They can't see your roots in me
I'll always have time for you
They can't tell this kind of hell
I'll always have time for you

We met online, taking pops at Joe Devine, Joanna
There's this thing they say, when I dream of you in the day, Joanna
Your tongue leaves me burnt, I wanna learn all you have learnt, Joanna
The tragedy is this, I love you more with each fist, Joanna

They can't see your roots in me
I'll always have time for you
They can't tell this kind of hell
I'll always have time for you

I'm for the lovers who cannot breathe
The ones who should get up and leave
My heart is broken in two
What's wrong with me, I'm free
This land of plenty is not what it seems

They can't see your roots in me
They can't tell this kind of hell
I'll always have time for you



Credits
Writer(s): Toby Crook
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