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...