Sweet little Annabelle strange little girl
Wore her hair in pins and curls
Sweet little Annabelle strange little girl
Lived her life in a parallel world
Dressed for the summer on a winter's day
You couldn't tell just what she'd say
Sweet little Annabelle, (it's) easy to slip
Lived her life on the Sunset Strip
Strange little girl
Strange little girl
Strange little girl
Strange little girl was she
Eyes wide open, deep and dark
Down inside a raging spark
Strange little girl at the Chateau Marmont (hotel on Sunset Blvd. for celebrities)
Danced at the Whiskey until her strength was gone
Blackened lips and fingertips
Trying to make up for all she's missed
Standing on Hollywood and Vine
See her hitch a ride, she'll never be mine
Strange little girl
Strange little girl
Strange little girl
Strange little girl was she
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The fog on the beach is beginning to lift
An everyday world on the Sunset Strip
Gone are the blackened lips and curls
The sun comes up on a strange little girl
Strange little girl
Strange little girl
Strange little girl
Strange little girl was she
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