Good morning Joan
Now pick up your phone
It was bad but just a dream
And you are remembered
Put on something pretty
In town the sky's just space
No star light in your face
Listen to Eve
She's got stuff up her sleeve
I'd call on you if I could
If you were less like me, I would
Good morning Joan
I'd call on you if I could
If you were less like me, I would
Save you from this, if I could
If I were less like you, God knows I would
Save you from this, there is always shit
But you're all just like me so I quit
My name is yours