Joan Jett

Joan Jett I love rock ’n’ roll, I love playing with fire. You’re too possessive, little drummer boy. Crimson and clover, bits and pieces, tossin’ and turnin’ just like in the movies. I hate myself for loving you eye to eye. I still dream about you — the only good thing (you ever said was goodbye). Love is pain. (I’m gonna) run away. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe