Who couldn't take life seriously
Anna was a bitch
She ruled me imperiously
And I'm glad she's gone
I'm glad she's gone
But I still miss her
Anna was a rose
With a stem of hidden thorns
Anna was a rose
She was sweet, I was forlorn
And I'm glad she wilted
I'm glad she wilted
But I still miss her
She was beauty, I'm not exaggerating
Great at everything but lovemaking
And I don't miss her wild faking
But I still miss her
Like a child, immature but demanding
Good at nothing but taking me for granted
And she seemed to hate understanding
But I still miss her
Anna was a girl
And she looked cut out for the part
Anna was a girl
But there's millions like her at WalMart
And I'm glad she left
I'm glad she left
But I still miss her
Anna was a bitch
But I still miss her