Jane of the South

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South

Tinny tin roof, not much slant

Two feet on the ground like a catamaran

Half clean, half messy, bottom in her thumbs

Deciphering the rhythms of her rummy tum-tum

Eyelids must be windows

Glowing just like emeralds

Breathless, always on her toes

Happy with the town, never gonna let her down

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South

Three A.M. love, drunk insomnia

Wake to see refractions in the carpenter above

Dinner was fantastic, breakfast don't compare

Found herself a throne in the barbie-barber's chair

Precision like a guillotine

Vision, eyes appealing

Timing, crashing in the sands

Gives herself endorphins with the placement of her hands

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South

Distinct forms, she's a puzzle piece

Worshiping the games, probabilities

Took a hiatus, lost a lot of luck

Looks good on the paper, in reality she's stuck

Comfort, elevation, high tides

Short bus seems to have a long line

Steady hand, well applied lipstick

Knowing that tonight, she deserves her optimistic

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South (Del Sur)

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South