"Johanna" lyrics
"Johanna"
Can't find you, can't find you
Where are you? Where are you?
Can't find you, can't find you
Where are you? Where are you?
I was drinking hard, acting tough
But it was just a crush, just a crush
On Johanna, Johanna
Only want her 'cause I can't have her
Remember meeting me for breakfast?
And you complained about the waitress
And told me all your dirty secrets
Oh, my Johanna, Johanna
(Johanna)
Who am I? Who am I?
Couldn't tell ya, couldn't tell ya
Who am I? Who am I?
Couldn't tell ya, couldn't tell ya
I was feeling love, being used
Now I'm so confused, so confused
Electric lights, lucky strikes
We danced all night and then I looked in your eyes
And said Johanna, Johanna
Only want ya 'cause I can't have ya
At least we're no longer pretending
I heard you got your happy ending
Although I'm sad to see you leaving
Oh, Johanna, Johanna
Only want you 'cause I can't have ya
Writer(s): Natalie Findlay, Alice Waterhouse, Jules Niault
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