Jianni's from Australia (She'll Get By Fine)

Jianni's from Australia
but she's here to stay,
with her hair like golden sunlight
on a summer's day.

Her eye's caught the sun in Sydney
and there it remains,
it shines through her skin and laughter
makes the shadows sway

That Chinese blood of hers
is reaching for the fire
that was lit by Durrel books
Full of poetry or higher.
Her brain is full of words
from all the poets she admires
... she gets by fine...

Jianni doesn't like the cold
it once made her weep
she was forced to wait for a night bus
when she needed sleep.

But she was out the next night,
the cold won't keep her down;
you can't help but feel warm inside
when Jianni's around.

That Chinese blood of hers
is reaching for the fire
that was lit by Durrel books
Full of poetry or higher.
Her brain is full of words
from all the poets she admires
... she gets by fine...

Jianni's got her own place now,
the cheapest place she took,
she travels with a trunk of clothes
And an Allen Ginsberg book.

She gets itchy thighs sometimes
and she'll let you know
Jianni is beautiful
she's all the boys in tow.

That Chinese blood of hers
is reaching for the fire
that was lit by Durrel books
Full of poetry or higher.
Her brain is full of words
from all the poets she admires
... she gets by fine...

Jianni's from Australia
and she fell in love,
but it stopped her from being happy
so she gave it up.

And love and loss are a perfect way to
douse a flame
but jianni's soul is burning,
she'll burn again.

That Chinese blood of hers
is reaching for the fire
that was lit by Durrel books
Full of poetry or higher.
Her brain is full of words
from all the poets she admires
... she gets by fine...