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ANNIE

Annie, Annie, damn you’re hot.
I don’t love you, but I like you a lot.

If you were painting, I’d rip you off the wall.
If you were a side of spinach, I’d eat you all gone.
If you were a pair of comfy sweat pants, I’d wear you to bed.
If you were a really good song, I’d get you stuck in my head.

Annie, Annie, damn you’re hot.
I don’t love you, but I like you a lot.

If you were a bottle of whiskey, I’d share you with my friends.
If you were Moby Dick, I’d read you til the end.
If you were iodine, I’d pour you on my wound.
If you were death itself, I’d welcome my own doom.

Annie, Annie, damn you’re hot.
I’d don’t love you, but I like you a lot.
Oh, Annie, Annie, goddamn you’re hot.
I don’t really love you, I just like you a lot.

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from Refried Nostalgia, released May 9, 2011

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