Wicked Annabella

Ray Davies, released on The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society, © Noma Music, Inc./Hi-Count Music, Inc. BMI 1968

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In a dark and misty house,

Where no Christian man has been,

Wicked Annabella mixes a brew

That no one's ever seen.

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Relatives have passed her by,

Too scared to even say hello.

She's in perpetual midnight,

She shuts out the day,

And goes about her sinful ways.

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I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face,

Look towards mine.

I, I've felt her eyes burning my soul,

Twisting my mind.

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Little children who are good

Should always go to sleep at night,

'Cause Wicked Annabella is up in the sky

Hopin' they will open their eyes.

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Don't go into the woods tonight,

'Cause underneath the sticks and stones

Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella

Waiting just to carry you home

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I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face,

Look towards mine.

I, I've felt her eyes burning my soul,

Twisting my mind.

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