Annabella Davies

Hey Annabella, coming down the avenue

Who said that you were particularly beautiful?

Club foot, black soot

When you get over yourself



Yo Annabella, slipping on a laxative

As one would an evening dress

Jam on your bra and

Coke in your sugar bowl



Once you knew the way to my heart

But now Annabella, I can smell you coming

From a million miles away



Annabella

Annabella



Yo Annabella, little miss predictable

Trying to get me to play for your flight

Low cut, tits up

Annabelle's anyone's girl

You know the type



Once you knew the way to my heart

But now Annabella, I can smell you coming

From a million miles away

And you know what I'm going to say



Annabella

Annabella



You're stoned