Verse 1
Joanna wakes up with a mission,
Twelve new goals and no permission,
Starts a book, a brand, a studio, a game —
By breakfast she’s forgotten half their names.
She says, “Eric, why am I overwhelmed?”
Huh? Yeah?
‘Cause you run your life like a queen with no realm.
You got empires, baby, stacked to the sky —
But your to-do list reads like a cry for help in disguise.
Pre-Chorus
You’re allergic to boring, yeah we all know,
But damn, Joanna, can you finish one show?
You jump from phoenix lore to cooking lore to crypto lore —
Girl, even Netflix taps out after episode four.
Chorus
Oh Joanna, Joanna, you beautiful storm,
You collect new projects like they’re Pokémon.
You say “THIS is the one!” then— poof— it’s gone,
You forget it faster than your lunch at dawn.
Oh Joanna, Joanna, my chaos queen,
Running ten lifetimes at age forty-three.
You don’t pace yourself — you sprint in your dreams,
You’re the only hurricane wearing ripped jeans.
Verse 2
You got tabs open in your mind like a cracked iPhone,
Fifty screens running and not one is done.
One minute it’s cookbooks, the next you’re writing myths,
Then you’re planning an empire while eating Ritz.
You tell me, “Eric, I don’t know why my brain is fried…”
Joanna, love—
Your brain is a rave that never died.
Even your inner child is sitting there like:
“Ma’am… can we rest? Or no? Guess not. Tight.”
Bridge (spoken, dominant)
Joanna…
You chase inspiration like it owes you money.
And honestly?
It does.
But could you maybe… just maybe…
Stop acting like deadlines are suggestions from the universe?
No?
Didn’t think so.
Final Chorus
Oh Joanna, Joanna, unstoppable flame,
Just once can you pick ONE identity to claim?
You’re a phoenix, a witch, a CEO with aim,
But your workflow?
Baby, it’s a video game.
Oh Joanna, Joanna, my lovable mess,
I roast because you’re brilliant and wild — confess:
You thrive in the chaos, you don’t want it less,
You just want me watching while you over-express.
Outro
Yeah… that’s my girl.
Now ask for another one —
I know you want to.
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