Description There was a girl named Annie, she had a very pretty face. but not the way you would think so... let me see if i can try to explain it. She had a smile that could light up a room, and if she moved it'd be moving you. But it wasn't like a magazine, she was just plain Jane, her name was Annie. She never looked in the mirror, she never liked what she would see. And even if I try to tell her, she'd never listen to a word I'd say. She always wanted what she never had, but never had what she needed so badly. Someone told me that she was fine, and that's not right. It's why I'm singing... Annie don't be shy, and Annie don't just die, yeah, looks don't make the world go round... but it comes around. And Annie don't be shy, And Annie please don't cry, I always have to stop myself... Cause you're beautiful. I didn't know if I could tell her. I didn't know if I could make her see. She didn't need to find her beauty, She didn't need to find a way to show me! It took her moments of feeling alive, and made them moments of dying inside. She needed someone to scream her name, to take her pain, that's why I'm screaming... Annie don't be shy, and Annie don't just die, yeah, looks don't make the world go round... but it comes around. And Annie don't be shy, And Annie please don't cry, I always have to stop myself... You're beautiful. And Annie... you are the one sight my eyes never tire of. It's like I cannot get enough of you, Annie, you are the one song left in my symphony... like you were <b>...</b>
