My Friend Jo
Was a crazy [bad word] 
Wore her heart on sleeve
With an ounce of kitch
How we cried that night
For the moon and stars
And we laid so still
With our hands on hearts

Give me shine
Give me finger tips
Give me light I'm blind!
Give me rain drenched lips
There's a pain in you
There's a pain in me
There's a [bad word] through
To a vein in me

 [bad word] I am
With an ounce of sad
And to be here now
Oh we must be glad
That we cry at night
When our dreams take hold
and we lay so still
and pretend we're cold

My Friend Jo!
My Friend
Jo!
My Friend Jo!