I'm back now where I started.
Lonely and broken hearted.
How could you have meant a word you said to me?
Sorry I couldn't be that guy you wanted so helpless.
I'm confident, you'd say conceited.
Chorus:
Oh, Annie, tell me something about his sensitivity
You know it all too well
Oh, Annie, tell me something about his sensitivity
You know it all too well
Who was there when you needed someone?
Cause I was there when you had no one.
Is this how you show all of your thanks to me?
We used to sing on Sundays.
My family came to your play.
I brought you flowers and Judy Garland tapes.
Chorus:
The pink pick is breaking.
The one you gave me.
And now it's broken too.
Chorus:
Copperpot - Annie Lyrics
Copperpot - Annie Lyrics
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I'm back now where I started.
Lonely and broken hearted.
How could you have meant a word you said to me?
Sorry I couldn't be that guy you wanted so helpless.
I'm confident, you'd say conceited.
Chorus:
Oh, Annie, tell me something about his sensitivity
You know it all too well
Oh, Annie, tell me something about his sensitivity
You know it all too well
Who was there when you needed someone?
Cause I was there when you had no one.
Is this how you show all of your thanks to me?
We used to sing on Sundays.
My family came to your play.
I brought you flowers and Judy Garland tapes.
Chorus:
The pink pick is breaking.
The one you gave me.
And now it's broken too.
Chorus:
Lonely and broken hearted.
How could you have meant a word you said to me?
Sorry I couldn't be that guy you wanted so helpless.
I'm confident, you'd say conceited.
Chorus:
Oh, Annie, tell me something about his sensitivity
You know it all too well
Oh, Annie, tell me something about his sensitivity
You know it all too well
Who was there when you needed someone?
Cause I was there when you had no one.
Is this how you show all of your thanks to me?
We used to sing on Sundays.
My family came to your play.
I brought you flowers and Judy Garland tapes.
Chorus:
The pink pick is breaking.
The one you gave me.
And now it's broken too.
Chorus:
Writer: BIFF ROSE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.