Don't know where you're laying, just know it's not with me Don't know what I'd tell you if I passed you on the street I don't want your sympathy But you don't now what you do to me Oh, Anna Every time I see your face There's only so much I can take Oh, Anna Don't know how you taste when there's smoke in your perfume So chew me up and spit me out, nothing left to lose I don't want your sympathy But you don't now what you do to me Oh, Anna Every time I see your face There's only so much I can take Oh, Anna I don't want your sympathy But you don't now what you do to me Oh, Anna Every time I see your face There's only so much I can take Oh, Anna Hope you never hear this and know that it's for you I don't know what I'd tell you if you asked me for the truth I don't want your sympathy But you don't now what you do to me Oh, Anna Every time I see your face There's only so much I can take Oh, Anna [Snippet of "Faith" by George Michael:] Well I guess it would be nice If I could touch your body If I could touch your body If I could touch your body If I could touch your body I don't want your sympathy But you don't now what you do to me Oh, Anna Every time I see your face There's only so much I can take Oh, Anna