(ANNE MITCHELL)

Hey Dad, Anne here
Did you see that?
Did you see the bull I pulled out of my three dollar hat?

Yesterday; future grim, wrote a column on a whim
Bam!
The city's gaga
For my pseudonym

I hope you can see this
'Cause this is it
Your little monster's gonna be a hit

I hope you can see this
My one big shot
'Cause your to blame for all the brass I got

I know you'd say, 'Now listen, Anne'
But Dad I made a man

I hope you can see this
The city wowed
Make sure to get yourself a front-row cloud
'Cause oh, I'm gonna do us proud
I hope you can see this
Just look at me
A Bowery girl whips up a VIP

I hope you can see this
My Midas touch
'Cause if you can't it won't mean half as much

I know you'd say that it's a lie
But Dad, I need this guy

I hope you can see this
The city wowed
I hope you can see this
Pull up a cloud

'Cause oh
I know
I'm gonna do us proud