I know a girl her name is anna
She doesn't like her emotions exposed
Doesn't laugh hard doesn't like to cry
Her feelings are wild when they unfold
Good at being fair and cruel
Sometimes you have to be mad
To reveal the truth reveal the truth
That's not what the media want
Oh anna oh anna
That's not why the magazines call
Oh anna oh anna
You can cry girl
Don't be angry they don't fancy
You can cry girl
If you mind
You can cry girl
If you need to express yourself
But don't be mad that doesn't suit your pretty lines
Your pretty lines
They want you to express your feelings
Serve them the secrets that fit on the page
Melodramatic stories and tales
That is the way they're running the race
Good at being fair and cruel
Sometimes you have to be mad
To reveal the truth reveal the truth
That's not what the media want
Oh anna oh anna
That's not why the magazines call
Oh anna oh anna
You can cry girl
Don't be angry they don't fancy
You can cry girl
If you mind
You can cry girl
If you need to express yourself
But don't be mad that doesn't suit your pretty lines
Your pretty lines
Oh oh
Don't be angry they don't fancy
Oh oh
If you mind
Oh oh
If you need to express yourself
Oh oh
Your pretty lines
