Anna

Hey Anna
Middle of them all
Miniature in dress
Working for the arts
But how can we save money
For the crane
All your friends have left
For cities and fame
I'd shave my head
If prescriptions win the race/day
Face

Heavy born lover lane
I carry a hundred dollar bill
In case it comes my way
And living is a lye
And i get beat up there
Strangers every night
You came up to me:
"Are you alone?
I'm from El Paso. I'm going
To the art school in San Francisco"
Very well, seeking yet again
But i just bought a bed for two, you?

Hey Anna
Sleeping in the cold
Waiting for work
The economy of art
Well, Albert was seeking too
And i love you