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