Jianni's from Australia (She'll Get By Fine) - L.A. Salami

Jianni’s from Australia

But she’s here to stay

With her hair like golden sunlight

On a summers day

Her eyes stole the sun from 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

It was lit by Durrell 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 but feel warm inside

When Jianni is around

That Chinese blood of hers is reaching for the fire

It was lit by Durrell 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’s beautiful

She’s all the boys in tow

That Chinese blood of hers is reaching for the fire

It was lit by Durrell 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 stops 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

It was lit by Durrell books full of poetry or higher

That brain is full of words from all the poets she admires

She gets by fine