Where's Joanna?

I got Joanna's head in my closet
 And our body in my trunk
 I got her teeth collecting in a little jar
 Next to a jar with her lungs
 I got her hair stuffed tight in my
 Pillowcase and it comforts me in the night
 And I keep our tongue in my bedside drawer so I can use it when I like
 But when people come round they ask:
 "Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna?" Ha!
 They pick up her fingers, I say:
 "Those are Hannah's. Those are Hannah's" Oh!
 But only magpies and crows would pick
 At my hollow, greedy, pink snatch
 Drowned in folds of fat, white skin
 The world just shouldn't get so attached
 Well, is this a dagger before me?
 Or is this just another lie?
 I'm getting sick of these bloodstained hands
 But they tell me boys don't cry
 But her mother came 'round and begged:
 "Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna?" Wow!
 Now she will never ask again: "Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna?" Ah!
 But please don't look in my closet
 Please don't look in my trunk
 Please don't look in my garden
 Please don't look at my junk
 Please don't look in the river
 Please don't look in the sea
 Please don't look, Joanna
 So please don't look for me!
 Where's Joanna?
 Where's Joanna?
 Where's Joanna?
 Where's Joanna?
 Joanna, Joanna, where's Joanna?
 Joanna, Joanna, I'm Joanna