Anna Lee

Got a picture of you sittin' in the kitchen
Without a stitch on
Beautiful and natural as can be
Later in the gloaming hours
In the garden, painting flowers
All the boys they flock to you
Wanna do more than talk to you
Right now
Dontcha wanna be

Anna leeeeeeeee
Anna leeeeeeeee

Maybe it was love and peace and
Living in the sweetest season
Wonderland, the sweetheart of the sun

Now we want to celebrate her,
All of us who came in later
Quiet power, simple grace
No man can put you in your place
Right now
We all wanna be

Anna leeeeeeeee
Anna leeeeeeeee