Brandy Anne

Her hair, it smells like daisies, and it curls in the heat

Mine smells like smoke from the cigarette on my teeth

Her hands are full of poise, they're steady, and they're quaint

Mine crack like my voice and I play with nervous shakes

Oh, Brandy Anne, why do you take my hand?

Why do you follow me and rest where I land?

You're meant for better things, not just a paper ring

That I'll burn to the ground 'cause I'm born from gasoline

Don't try to justify, I'll never understand

Why you take my hand, oh Brandy Anne

Her voice just sounds like songbirds singing in the spring

Mine's rough like gravel crunching 'neath my feet

Her eyes are cool like waves crashing on a destined beach

Mine are sunken in and red in fact by lack of sleep

Oh, Brandy Anne, why do you take my hand?

Why do you follow me and rest where I land?

You're meant for better things, not just a paper ring

That I'll burn to the ground 'cause I'm born from gasoline

Don't try to justify, I'll never understand

Why you take my hand, oh, Brandy Anne

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, Brandy Anne, why do you take my hand?

Why do you follow me and rest where I land?

You're meant for better things, not just a paper ring

That I'll burn to the ground 'cause I'm born from gasoline

Don't try to justify, I'll never understand

Why you take my hand, oh Brandy Anne