Don't know where you're laying, just know it's not with me
Don't know what I'd tell you if I passed you on the street
I don't want your sympathy
But you don't know what you do to me
Oh, Anna
Every time I see your face
There's only so much I can take
Oh, Anna
Don't know how you taste when there's smoke in your perfume
So chew me up and spit me out, nothing left to lose
I don't want your sympathy
But you don't know what you do to me
Oh, Anna
Every time I see your face
There's only so much I can take
Oh, Anna
I don't want your sympathy
But you don't know what you do to me
Oh, Anna
Every time I see your face
There's only so much I can take
Oh, Anna
Hope you never hear this and know that it's for you
I don't know what I'd tell you if you asked me for the truth
I don't want your sympathy
But you'll never know what you do to me
Oh, Anna
Every time I see your face
There's only so much I can take
Oh, Anna
[Snippet of "Faith" by George Michael:]
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
If I could touch your body
If I could touch your body
If I could touch your body
I don't want your sympathy
But you'll never know what you do to me
Oh, Anna
Every time I see your face
There's only so much I can take
Oh, Anna
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