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Wearing flashpants and her street walker shoes
Walkin down town with a pocket full of blues
She's the the one that you want so much
She's the one you can, you can never touch.
Here comes Annalee
Annalee yeah
Here comes Annalee
Standing on the corner you see her cutting a deal
Windows rolled down you can't beleive she's for real
She's the one, it ain't no joke.
She's got lips, lips like Cherry Coke.
Here comes Annlee
Annalee yeah
Here comes Annalee
Annalee yeah
Here comes Annalee
Annalee yeah
Annalee yeah
Annalee yeah
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