I would like you to say my name Anna May I'm sixteen years old today And I wear cherry lipstick for you A sheer yellow blouse So that you can see through And all the young girls Playing women's parts It's too early To warm up men's hearts In their arms It's so sad I would like her to scream my name Anna may looks twenty years old to me And I made her run my hand under Her sheer yellow blouse But I didn't hurt her And all the young girls Playing women's parts It's too early To warm up men's hearts In their arms It's Anna May's story He suddenly put a grip on me Her lips were as sweet as cherry I wore too much lipstick maybe