MY MISS ANNIE

Oh my Miss Annie
She's my lady
She laughs
She cries
She lives
She dies
And doesn't want to know why
She loves me with a cup of coffee
Clean house and a neatly made bed
Someone to hold in my arms at night
My Miss Annie is not greedy
All she ever wanted
was to be wanted
All she ever needed
was to be needed
Why do we make her hurt
Why do we make her ashamed
She doesn't want to be anybody
She doesn't want to be somebody
She just wants to belong
to someone
who will hold her in the night

By: Roger Harkness


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