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 . . .