I would like you to say my name
Anna May I'm sixteen years old today
And I wear cherry lipstick for you
A sheer yellow blouse
So that you can see through
And all the young girls
Playing women's parts
It's too early
To warm up men's hearts
In their arms
It's so sad
I would like her to scream my name
Anna may looks twenty years old to me
And I made her run my hand under
Her sheer yellow blouse
But I didn't hurt her
And all the young girls
Playing women's parts
It's too early
To warm up men's hearts
In their arms
It's Anna May's story
He suddenly put a grip on me
Her lips were as sweet as cherry
I wore too much lipstick maybe