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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