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...