| Song | We Don't Own It |
| Artist | Joan as Police Woman |
| Album | Real Life |
| We don’t own it | |
| You will know by the way | |
| That he cuts his eyes | |
| Looks away from the door | |
| That walked in you | |
| You will know it will go | |
| Down in history | |
| How sweet he was to you | |
| And all the others | |
| So hand it over | |
| Cause we don't own it | |
| It's in the mystery | |
| Our silent fantasy | |
| Cause i Nor you | |
| Could ever | |
| Know what it's like | |
| To have the night fall | |
| And be felled by the night | |
| No, we don't own it | |
| All you know is the way | |
| That he made you feel | |
| He made you feel safe enough | |
| To feel at all | |
| It's all there in the moment | |
| You understood | |
| That he's not going on | |
| And you're still going on | |
| So hand it over | |
| Cause we don't own it | |
| It's in the mystery | |
| Our silent fantasy | |
| Cause I Nor you | |
| Could ever | |
| Know what it's like | |
| To have the night fall | |
| And be felled by the night | |
| No, we don't own it | |
| It's his story | |
| Our subtle jealousy | |
| Cause i Nor you | |
| Could ever | |
| Know what it's like | |
| To have the night fall | |
| And be felled by the night | |
| No, we don't own it |
| We don' t own it | |
| You will know by the way | |
| That he cuts his eyes | |
| Looks away from the door | |
| That walked in you | |
| You will know it will go | |
| Down in history | |
| How sweet he was to you | |
| And all the others | |
| So hand it over | |
| Cause we don' t own it | |
| It' s in the mystery | |
| Our silent fantasy | |
| Cause i Nor you | |
| Could ever | |
| Know what it' s like | |
| To have the night fall | |
| And be felled by the night | |
| No, we don' t own it | |
| All you know is the way | |
| That he made you feel | |
| He made you feel safe enough | |
| To feel at all | |
| It' s all there in the moment | |
| You understood | |
| That he' s not going on | |
| And you' re still going on | |
| So hand it over | |
| Cause we don' t own it | |
| It' s in the mystery | |
| Our silent fantasy | |
| Cause I Nor you | |
| Could ever | |
| Know what it' s like | |
| To have the night fall | |
| And be felled by the night | |
| No, we don' t own it | |
| It' s his story | |
| Our subtle jealousy | |
| Cause i Nor you | |
| Could ever | |
| Know what it' s like | |
| To have the night fall | |
| And be felled by the night | |
| No, we don' t own it |