Lyrics Joan of Marc by Marc - French Vanilla

Joan of Marc by Marc

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