Annie

You`re a little bit shy A little too quiet You`re the mixed up girl That everybody leaves behind A little bit weird A little too bright But you just might be That little bomb at their side They`ll pull your hair They`ll leave you wide-eyed But did anybody wonder What Annie might have in mind On, no There`s something in the way she explains to me "please be careful, I exist in someone else`s head" Oh, no There`s something in the way she makes believe Please be careful Annie dreams that everyone is dead You`re a little bit dry A little up tight You`re the messed up girl That everybody tries to hide You`ve had enough They`re too unkind But did anyone consider what Annie might have in mind Oh, no . . .