Anna
Harry stylesJust 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!
Oh, Anna!
Every time I see your face
There’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna!
Oh, Anna!
Don’t know how you taste when
There’s smoke in your perfume
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!
Oh, Anna!
Every time I see your face
There’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna!
Oh, Anna!
I don’t want your sympathy
But you don’t know what you do to me
Oh, Anna!
Oh, Anna!
Every time I see your face
There’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna!
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!
Oh, Anna!
Every time I see your face
There’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna!
Oh, Anna!
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!
Oh, Anna!
Every time I see your face
There’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna!
Oh, Anna!