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day-he wrote me a letter…. Must have had on his angora sweater….. I should have figured it out-by the little circles-above his all his i’s… Now it had been years since I’d…thought about him…. The last I’d seen him we were shootin’ in the gym… But I had no idea then-those pumps had been…back-pedallin’, Ya see…. Jim was Joann….Jim was Joann! His original self….delivered as spam, signed Joann… I’ll say it again- Jim was Joann….Jim was Joann! In the original plan…..not much of a man- When it came to the glands-Jim was dealt a limp hand- Jim was Joann….Jim was Joann! Mm..mm…mm…mm. Now it was…several days before I opened the email…. Signed in pink by a certain she…mail that I could have filtered out-but I wanted to be…open-minded. I just had to hit reply to this…girly talk…. The last thing I read from him was on a board-in chalk… And way back then this menu…was not an option, Ya see…. Jim was Joann….Jim was Joann! Took his virtual pen “la plume”-and hit send, and signed Joann… I’ll say it again- Jim was Joann….Jim was Joann! Yeah, the man up the stairs can be a dealer in kitsch When it came to his poker-Jim held a joker picture.. Jim was Joann (say it sister) Jim was Joann! Mm..mm…mm…mm. (solo) Ahh, play it Jimmy-boy…. Now I don’t know how….I could make a fuss About one who likes to gussy up and take a walk on the wild side… with nothing to hide-but roots and…high-heeled boots. But sometimes I just…get it wrong… like thinking those fingernails were painted, filed and…really long… Cause Jim’s foundations I’d crossed upon…..were Joanne’s stationary…. I’d thought…. Jim was Joann….Jim was Joann! His original frock was a lightening shock-that turned on Joann! I’ll say it again-I’d thought… Jim was Joann….Jim was Joann! Other side of the tracks-I thought-no more in slacks- but when it came to his stance….still in the pants- But not Joann’s…..no, not Joann’s. Mm..mm…