| 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, Joanna, Joanna
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| Joanna, Joanna, 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, 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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| She brings her fingers to lips
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| So I don’t have to explain
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| Joanna, Joanna, Joanna, Joanna
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| Joanna, Joanna, 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, 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
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| Take me home
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| Joanna
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| Take me home
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| Joanna
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| Take me home
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| Joanna
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| Take me home |