Got a picture of you sitting 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 Lee
Anna Lee
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 could put you in your place right now
We all wanna be
Anna Lee
Anna Lee
