Joan of Arc

Pretty baby must be high
She swings like a monkey through the sky
Who would have thought the she could fly?
Most of us never stop to try
I've got Picasso Domino's
Tickets and matchbooks to places that I don't go
Telephone numbers of people who speak the truth
Truth is a language like Latin
That I can't use
The girls on the metro are looking fine
I'm telling myself that life is kind
I know the man who can turn back time
I'd like to think that he's a friend of mine
A couple of habits that I would like to break
Like standing the candles on my birthday cake
And faking it when I am already a fake
Or trying to be good just for, goodness sake
Maybe tomorrow I'll be, Joan of Arc
It's unrealistic, hey, but it's a start
I'll burn at the stake, with my liberty heart
My humble attempt to shed some light on the dark
I'll be Joan of Arc
I'll be Joan of Arc



Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Joseph
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