PEACE FROG
05-13-2005, 08:49 PM
Annie was a sweet little girl
She loved to color and draw
In the minds eye of a seven year old
Twas beautiful what she saw
And everything she saw she drew
She used all sixty four
Everyone who knew the girl
Displayed them
On their refer door
One night at a party
A special guest did see
Her picture of kids playing
A tire swing and a tree
Who is this amazing little artist
This angel sent from heaven
I'll have to get her number
You say she's only seven
My client will just love this
On this I have a hunch
I'll have my people get ahold of her people
We'll meet
We'll talk
Do lunch
Now she draws for a company
Ad campaigns and such
You'd think that she'd be happy
But she does'nt like it much
Her colors number twenty two
The ones that they've approved
She draws whats on the memo
It tells her what to do
Now her colors all run dry
All she does is pout
They've tied her hands
Put blinders on
They poked her minds eye out
A successful campain later
A new one in their sights
A twelve year old pop singer
We'll get the copyrights
This campaign will be the best
We'll make her a pop hero
Oh so sad for Annie
Her colors number Zero
She's no longer allowed to draw
Though her talent is the same
She cannot draw the things she saw
IT SEEMS THEY OWN HER NAME
She loved to color and draw
In the minds eye of a seven year old
Twas beautiful what she saw
And everything she saw she drew
She used all sixty four
Everyone who knew the girl
Displayed them
On their refer door
One night at a party
A special guest did see
Her picture of kids playing
A tire swing and a tree
Who is this amazing little artist
This angel sent from heaven
I'll have to get her number
You say she's only seven
My client will just love this
On this I have a hunch
I'll have my people get ahold of her people
We'll meet
We'll talk
Do lunch
Now she draws for a company
Ad campaigns and such
You'd think that she'd be happy
But she does'nt like it much
Her colors number twenty two
The ones that they've approved
She draws whats on the memo
It tells her what to do
Now her colors all run dry
All she does is pout
They've tied her hands
Put blinders on
They poked her minds eye out
A successful campain later
A new one in their sights
A twelve year old pop singer
We'll get the copyrights
This campaign will be the best
We'll make her a pop hero
Oh so sad for Annie
Her colors number Zero
She's no longer allowed to draw
Though her talent is the same
She cannot draw the things she saw
IT SEEMS THEY OWN HER NAME