Lyrics Harry Styles – Anna

Don’t know where you’re laying, just know it’s not with me
Don’t know what I’d tell you if I passed you on the street

I don’t want your sympathy
But you don’t know what you do to me

Don’t know how you taste when there’s smoke in your perfume
So chew me up and spit me out, nothing left to lose

I don’t want your sympathy
But you don’t know what you do to me
Oh, Anna
Every time I see your face
There’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna

I don’t want your sympathy
But you don’t know what you do to me
Oh, Anna
Every time I see your face
There’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna

Hope you never hear this and know that it’s for you
I don’t know what I’d tell you if you asked me for the truth

I don’t want your sympathy
But you don’t know what you do to me
Oh, Anna
Every time I see your face
There’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna

Snippet of «Faith» by George Michael:
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
If I could touch your body
If I could touch your body
If I could touch your body

I don’t want your sympathy
But you don’t know what you do to me
Oh, Anna
Every time I see your face
There’s only so much I can take
Oh, Anna