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 . . .