Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc) Tell the boys I'll follow you Tell the boys their time is through I'll follow you 'Cause they got no heart You're my Joan of Arc When the boys are over you Mais ce n'est pas moi Joan, it's true

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? And when my time is up, have I done enough? (The orphanage) (Will they tell your story?) (Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?) Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Cause we trading places 'Cause we trading places I'm always on the top tonight I'm on the bottom When I cant take no more, tell me you ain't stopping Now put it on me baby till I say Oooo weee

When will you realize, Vienna waits for you? Slow down, you crazy child You're so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you're so smart, then tell me Why are you still so afraid? Where's the fire, what's the hurry about? You'd better cool it off before

I'm waitin' Baby, any time you're ready Even ten years from now If you haven't found somebody I promise, I'll be around Tell me when you're ready Baby, tell me when you're ready Don't know why I tried 'Cause ain't nobody like you

Wishing I could go back You're more than just a notch in my belt A story to tell The only thing on my mind And it's keeping me up at night And it's keeping me up Another night, another stranger's door Hoping when it opens I'll see you

Loving you is complicated I place blame when you still Place shame when you steal Feel like you ain't shit Feel like you don't feel, confidence in yourself Breakin' on marble floors Watchin' anonymous strangers tellin' me that I'm yours But you ain't

Blowing money fast, blowing money fast Fuck being humble, fuck being humble Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble Running through the bag, running through the bag When you came from nothing, fuck being humble These niggas don't want it with

Whatcha gonna do When your well runs dry When you're feeling blue Whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry Tell me, tell me You never miss your water Till your well runs dry When your well runs dry, I'd like to know

Oh, when you're cold I'll be there, hold you tight to me You think I'd leave your side, baby You know me better than that Think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees I wouldn't do that I'll tell you you're right when you're wrong And if only