It's that rope around my wrist
It's that post-bowl cigarette
My Lolita
My sweet senorita
My cause
And Effect

Oh, It's a fucked up situation
A love affair with a ghost at the station
Against what made sense in her calculations
Annie's gonna reap the fruit of her patience

Because
Annie's got a heart on a string
And she's cutting it
Annie's got a heart on a string
And she's cutting it
And it's sailing
in the wind
Ohoh
And it's sailing
in the wind

Got a broken wristwatch
and a time bomb heart
Not to worry though -
She wouldn't exploded only
Fall apart
Oh

and it's always noisy
out here in this hole called New Jersey (Joy zee)
Life would not be easy
If it wasn't always just a little breezy

Annie's got a heart on a string
And she's cutting it
Annie's got a heart on a string
And she's cutting it
And it's sailing in the wind
Ohoh
And it's sailing in the wind