Annie's up at seven on a work day<br />
Brewing up a cup of peppermint tea<br />
Gathering her papers and lesson plans<br />
She grabs her keys<br />
Teaching arithmetic and Africa<br />
Geology and girl's basketball<br />
All the kids in her class<br />
Will tell you she's the best<br />
But she's heard other teachers in the hall saying<br />
CHORUS:<br />
"What are we going to do about Annie?<br />
Pretty girl like her shouldn't be alone<br />
If she took our advice, dressed up real nice<br />
She'd find a man to take her home."<br />
Mondays come with questions of couples<br />
Where and with whom did you go?<br />
Avoiding the personal pronoun<br />
She hopes it doesn't show<br />
Shopping with her lover in the city<br />
Two women holding hands don't get a stare<br />
If the kids at school knew, what would they do<br />
Would they hate her?  Why should they care?  Tell me<br />
CHORUS<br />
Never getting too close to a student<br />
Never letting out too much of her life<br />
Keeping her delights and disappointments<br />
Tucked out of sight<br />
Annie takes herself to the Christmas party<br />
The principal whispers with a smile<br />
"You're vivacious and bright, if you play your cards right<br />
There're some men here tonight worth your while" thinking<br />
CHORUS<br />
Work that you love is hard to come by<br />
The kids she could never bear to lose<br />
So she makes conversations out of silences<br />
And half-truths<br />
But at night by the fire with her lover<br />
She looks out at the wind-driven snow<br />
And imagines the day when she'll look in their faces<br />
And tell everybody she konws--she'll tell 'em<br />
LAST CHORUS:<br />
Don't you worry about Annie<br />
She don't lie awake and pine<br />
Got love to fill her heart, flowers growing in the garden<br />
Annie's doing just fine.