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 . . .