A woman that has not quite been decanted Will so often be forsaken and taken for granted Maybe some flowers just don't care enough to bloom 'Cause they'd rather live longer and spend every day in a costume Don't you know a true maestro That knows their expertise Won't let themselves love themselves More than they love their masterpiece That's Johanna This Constantine is a constant teen How can such a meek per have a streak so mean She'll dish out your penance with a Florentine There's the ego-driven Then there's the always-given Not concerned with selfless self-esteems Johanna's not just livin' She's livin' out my dreams