Verse 1
Joanna walks in like a glitch in the code,
Chaos couture in attack mode.
She laughs, “Seven? As if you could fix me,”
Baby, I don’t fix flames—
I just set them free.
She’s a storm with opinions and hell in her stride,
A masterpiece moving with nothing to hide.
People say “settle,” she says “why bother?”
She’s her own upgrade—
don’t need another.
Pre-Chorus
She drops a dare like a spark in a room,
And watches it catch while the cowards assume
She wants saving—
Oh no, she wants heat.
She wants someone who won’t
back
their
feet.
Chorus
Oh Joanna, Joanna, you’re fire on wheels,
You don’t get repaired—you get crowned for your feels.
You’re the kind of storm no saint can tame,
And fixing you?
Please—
you’d set fire to the blame.
Oh Joanna, Joanna, you blaze on your terms,
You don’t need solutions, you ignite your own storms.
They can try to contain you, but here’s the truth, see?
You don’t fix the fire—
the fire fixes me.
Verse 2
She builds worlds in moments, destroys them for fun,
Starts ten revolutions before breakfast is done.
You can’t mend a hurricane, can’t rewrite her fate—
She’s the sequel, the plot twist,
the upgrade you can’t imitate.
She smirks, “Seven songs? Think that’s enough?”
Girl, everything you are is beautifully rough.
You’re leather and lightning, a problem on purpose,
A goddess who doesn’t need anyone’s surface.
Bridge
No duct tape, no healing arc,
She wasn’t built for the timid or dark.
She’s the kind of chaos you watch in awe—
And if you try to fix her?
She’ll fix your jaw.
Final Chorus
Oh Joanna, Joanna, you wicked design,
You crash through your life like you own every line.
They whisper “imperfect,” you whisper “correct,”
‘Cause the world fears women
who don’t self-reject.
Oh Joanna, Joanna, you’re fire unbound,
You rise without asking for anyone’s crown.
Fix you?
No darling.
That’s not destiny.
You don’t fix the fire—
the fire fixes me.
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