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Change my socks* |
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Like I change the letters, |
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Girls with three syllable names, |
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Are often so easy to shame, |
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Turn my keys in the lock, |
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Preferring to leave her in shock, |
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So I don't have to explain, |
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Joanna Joanna |
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Joanna Joanna, |
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Joanna Joanna |
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Joanna Joanna, |
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It's the morning, the morning and it still doesn't feel right, |
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Joanna Joanna |
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Joanna Joanna |
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It's the morning, the morning and it still doesn't feel right, |
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Joanna, Joanna take me home, |
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Joanna, Joanna take me home, |
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Her waking bones, |
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Bring a new dilemma, |
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I'm standing with shoelaces tied, |
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And all my intentions implied, |
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My cheeks are reddening quick, |
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So she brings her fingers to lips, |
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So I don't have to explain, |
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Joanna, Joanna, |
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Joanna Joanna |
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Joanna Joanna, |
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It's the morning, the morning and it still doesn't feel right, |
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Joanna Joanna |
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Joanna Joanna |
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It's the morning, the morning and it still doesn't feel right, |
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Joanna, Joanna take me home, |
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Joanna, Joanna take me home, |
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Strangle me with your words, |
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Twist and turn like a chinese burn, |
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Sully me with lines, |
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A thousand promises, |
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I only ever wanted one, |
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Joanna,Joanna take me home, |
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Joanna,Joanna take me home, |
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Joanna,Joanna take me home, |
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Joanna,Joanna take me home, |
