Where's Joanna?

I got Joanna's head in my closet And our body in my trunk I got her teeth collecting in a little jar Next to a jar with her lungs I got her hair stuffed tight in my Pillowcase and it comforts me in the night And I keep our tongue in my bedside drawer so I can use it when I like But when people come round they ask: "Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna?" Ha! They pick up her fingers, I say: "Those are Hannah's. Those are Hannah's" Oh! But only magpies and crows would pick At my hollow, greedy, pink snatch Drowned in folds of fat, white skin The world just shouldn't get so attached Well, is this a dagger before me? Or is this just another lie? I'm getting sick of these bloodstained hands But they tell me boys don't cry But her mother came 'round and begged: "Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna?" Wow! Now she will never ask again: "Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna?" Ah! But please don't look in my closet Please don't look in my trunk Please don't look in my garden Please don't look at my junk Please don't look in the river Please don't look in the sea Please don't look, Joanna So please don't look for me! Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna? Where's Joanna? Joanna, Joanna, where's Joanna? Joanna, Joanna, I'm Joanna