[Verse 1]
From the Hamilton to the A3
She must have been about 17, going on 18
They used to undercharge her at the overpass
Cigarettes taste best when they taste like daydreams
But the days are long gone now
But she still looks back
Back to the first ever boy she loved
Who didn't love her back
[Chorus 1]
My Joan of Arc
A martyr in my bed
There's three kind words
She never heard said
[Verse 2]
I was caravans, bands, cans and backseats
She was more diazepam, trams, tans and spreadsheets
Looking back then, we both laugh
Funny how you never give a fuck when you're 20
But she was alone then
And it still makes her mad
How the boys used to lead her on
Just to get in her pants
From the Hamilton to the A3
She must have been about 17, going on 18
They used to undercharge her at the overpass
Cigarettes taste best when they taste like daydreams
But the days are long gone now
But she still looks back
Back to the first ever boy she loved
Who didn't love her back
[Chorus 1]
My Joan of Arc
A martyr in my bed
There's three kind words
She never heard said
[Verse 2]
I was caravans, bands, cans and backseats
She was more diazepam, trams, tans and spreadsheets
Looking back then, we both laugh
Funny how you never give a fuck when you're 20
But she was alone then
And it still makes her mad
How the boys used to lead her on
Just to get in her pants
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