Little Joanna's got big blue eyes
Coconut cream and coffee colored thighs
I could die lying in her arms
where castles are made of sand
We start to dance
But only the music is bleeding when crickets replace the band
She will always be my sunkissed trampoline,
She goes up and down in my heart,
Turned into jelly beans
And I'm starting to believe that danger's never near,
When Joanna is here.